Gabriel Reyes X Reader

2

After some time at the cafe and a quick run around the shopping center, you and Angela finally headed back to Overwatch to get ready for the party later that evening. The Swiss HQ was situated in the quiet countryside where it stayed surprisingly low-key even though the size of the structure said otherwise. The place was huge, gated all around and looked more like a top university instead of a rugged military base. As you entered the gates, you were greeted by Athena, the main security and operating system for Overwatch. Angela spoke some jargon with Athena that you had no business with joining in, so you continued to make your way down the glass catwalk towards the residence hall where the rest of the crew stayed.

The residence hall was dimly lit and usually empty during the afternoon. The two of you entered the lobby and stepped into the nearest open elevator. Reinhardt, who had been holding the door, greeted you both. He always had a cheerful smile on his face, despite his large, intimidating physique. "Hello!" he said.

"Reinhardt! You'll be at the party tonight, yes?" Angela said, her soft voice lilting at the end of every word.

"Ofcourse, I wouldn't miss a celebration." Reinhardt replied, loud and strong.

This was the first encounter you ever had with Reinhardt, beyond eye contact and quaint smiles. Since he was in the upper ranks, the two of you never really had a reason to talk. You worked behind the scenes, as Overwatch's budget analyst to be exact, so the front lines were no place for you. You remained silent and waited for the elevator to reach your floor.

When it reached the fourth floor, you stepped out the elevator and waved to Angela and Reinhardt. "Remember, meet at the lounge at 7!" Angela called out to you before the doors closed once again.

You headed toward your room, unlocked the door and dropped the shopping bags on the floor then fell right on top of your bed. As good as it felt to curl up under your sheets and read a book right now, you had only an hour to get ready for the party so you sat back up, dug through the shopping bags and pulled out the black dress you bought with Angela earlier. You may or may not have chosen the color while thinking about the hot guy at the cafe earlier, but it suited you either way.

You hung it on the closet door and proceeded to the bathroom, took a quick shower and freshened up. Then, you slipped on the dress which fell just above your knees with long sleeves that went off your shoulders and was comfy and loose. You put on simple black heels and checked your phone.

"Shit, it's 7 already?" you gasped, fumbling to gather all your necessities. Phone, check. Wallet and ID, check. Lip balm, check. Pocket knife, just in case. You quickly grabbed your purse and stuffed it all inside as you hurried out the door and closed it behind you. "I'll just be fashionably late," you thought.

Fortunately, another skywalk conveniently connected the residence hall to the lounge and ballroom so you took the shortcut. The place was already packed when you arrived; a live band played music, servers carried trays of small appetizers around, and there were many more guests than you had expected. Despite the crowd, you quickly spotted Angela conversing with a couple of the other medics and you casually walked over. Angela noticed you too, waved excitedly and began walking over as well. She wore a sparkling, deep red gown that flowed down to her ankles and formed a V down her front and back sides. She literally glowed.

Angela looked you up and down, eyes widening and said "You look absolutely stunning!"

"Oh gosh, thank you," you replied, "so do you!"

"I tried," Angela said, swaying the ends of her dress a bit as she smiled at the ground, "Let's go congratulate Jack."

You nodded in agreement as you followed her into the crowd. The two of you had a bit of a struggle to get to the newly appointed Strike Commander, since he was surrounded in the midst of it all. There were people from all parts of the world there who came just to see him. The air became thick and hot as the crowd seemed to grow by the minute; serious-looking men in suits and women in expensive-looking garb stepped in front of you in groups to greet him. You spun around to realize that you had also lost Angela somewhere in the sea of people.

You gave up trying to get to Jack so you walked away from it all and sat at a vacant table near the bar. Parties are so tiring, you thought as you leaned your chin into the palm of your hand. You rolled your eyes toward the bar and noticed a familiar figure sitting there, all alone as well. He was tall, dark and well-dressed in all black. The man lifted a glass to take a drink but paused when he saw you too.