Friday, June 6th, 6:22 A.M.
The sun rises slowly in this beautiful morning after a day full of emotions. The light of dawn lights up the room and the two women are still peacefully asleep in bed. But one person just woke up.
- (Sombra in her mind) : Grmmmbl, what time is it.
Sombra lies down on her side and grabs her phone from the nightstand, turns it on and looks at the time and finds that it is exactly 6:22 A.M.
- (Sombra in her mind) : So early?! damn internal clock.
She turns over on the other side and is facing the bare back of Amélie who still wears her night dress, she's sleeping peacefully and they went to bed without taking off their dresses. She approaches her back to drop a light kiss, light enough not to wake her.
Sombra sneaks out of the sheets and takes clothes from her closet and goes downstairs to dress in the bathroom. Sombra takes off her dress and puts on a white tank top, with short denim shorts and white shoes. She decides to go out and get a breakfast for her and Amélie and surprise her. She writes a little note on a paper to warn her that she goes out to the bakery if she ever wakes up before her return and puts it on the bar. She takes only the keys to the apartment, money and leaves by locking behind her.
- (Sombra in her mind) : I don't like to lock her in the apartment like a princess trapped and imprisoned in her castle but you can never be too careful. I'd be too afraid something would happen.
She takes the elevator and finds herself on the ground floor of the tower, opens the large glass doors that serve as entrance and goes out into the street, it is a beautiful sun that warms up well in the morning. She walks down the street with a happy air towards her favorite bakery. Once inside the bakery, she takes croissants, pays and heads out. Once on the street again, she receives a call on her phone and answers.
*** Hello Sombra. You remember your old boss, I hope ? You better. Where are you we in short supply this morning and already for two days. ***
- (Sombra in her mind) : Doomfist. . . here comes trouble.
*** You're not my boss, boss. Don't worry about where I am, I'm wandering. ***
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