Overwatch x male reader

Chapter 2 what happened

Y/n pov

Me:"Angela"

The person names and see a beautiful blonde woman come up wearing what looks like a lab coat she comes up to the counter and I hand her the drink.

Angela:"lovely night"

Me:"ya I would say so although it's been a slow day"

Angela:"well your coffee is really good I could tell some of my friends about it"

Me:"thanks for the compliment It's my own recipe"

Angela:"feel like telling me your secret"

Me:"I would be out of business if I did"

Angela:"I'm sorry I never got your name"

Me:"it's y/n l/n"

Angela:"I'm Angela Ziegler"

Me:"pleasure to meet Angela"

Angela:"pleasure to meet you to y/n"

Angela:"I better head home I have work to catch up on it's been a pleasure talking to you"

Me:"right back at you"

Angela leaves and I check the time and see that it's eight already. I walk outside and lock the door my little cafe Is not big at all but there's enough people coming through everyday for me to make a living off it and just a small amount to have for whatever.

Me:"maybe I should get some food"

Small timeskip

I opened my door and walked in and hear my tv on.

Me:"widow I brought food"

I set the food on the table.

Widow comes from the living room and I'm shocked in awe she has her hair down and she's wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of black track pants.

Me:"w-wow"

Even in such casual and plain clothes she looks beautiful.

Widow:"stupid boy"

She walks to the table and searches through the bag and pulls out the spaghetti that I had bought.

Widow:"really"

Me:"what I didn't know what to get"

Widow just say anything and walks away into the living room. I get my food and go into my room deciding that it's better if I just leave her be.

Timeskip

I look over at the clock and it's one in the morning and I'm still sitting here watching tv.

Me:"same stuff as always"

I lower the volume on the tv and that's when I hear the very slight cries coming from the living my curiosity gets the best of me so I opened my door and walked out towards the living room. The tv light was dim but gave off enough light for me to see widowmaker crying in her sleep her tears slowly rolled down her cheek causing my heart to ache for her, I notice she doesn't have a blanket so I go back to my room and grab one and walk back over to her and gently lay it down over her.

Next morning

I wake up and let out a very tired yawn, the suns barley rising up meaning it has to be at least seven. I walk outside my room and like before I hear the tv on again and start cooking breakfast.

Small timeskip

I finish breakfast and this time I decided to make me and widow a quinoa fruit salad.