Chapter 2 - Criminal in a boba shop

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Mei's P.O.V

I had arrived in Sydney around mid-day and i was exhausted "screw it, ill get sleep and start tomorrow" I said to myself. How am I even going to find him in this whole city?! Well like i said, I'm starting tomorrow. Before for Australia leaving I was given a piece of paper with my address where my rented apartment was, luckily overwatch would keep funding the apartment until my mission was over and i got the information I needed about this mysterious criminal.

As I was walking over to my apartment I saw a local boba shop. "Perfect!" I said to myself. I LOVED boba! Especially honeydew flavour! I walked in and went up to the till and ordered my drink "one honeydew boba,please!" As I was sitting down,alone,I heard "it"

"Milk tea,half sweet"

Huh, this is how it started..

I look over at him...a 6'5,soot covered, dusty
Blonde with fiery orangish eyes. Jamison Fawkes..

I was flabbergasted! How does a full-blown,worldwide criminal have the confidence and audacity to walk around like a normal citizen?! Well for now that doesn't matter... all that matters is i get my mission done, the sooner the better i hate the heat! Luckily i think Overwatch had his location and sent me there myself, I'm pretty sure the information I'm collecting is for future battles perhaps? I'm not too sure.

Shit! I think he just noticed me starring at him...well this is awkward...

Jamison's P.O.V

"Ughh" I groaned, I had pulled an all nighter last night and was exhausted,but instead if me being able to sleep I just decided to try get my mind off of things at the boba shop. Great. I walked in, getting my usual, milk tea,half sweet, until I noticed some shorty with deep brown eyes, pale skin,rosy cheeks and dark brown hair starring at me. She looked..confused almost? Eh I'm not to sure. To be polite I shot her a wave and a smile. To that she flushed red in embarrassment and gave me a wave and a small smile. Cute. I decided that I'd try have a conversation with her.

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