Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Angela Ziegler- Dinner (a)

"Angela! Angela! Quick... help me!" The pot of pasta sauce flowed over the side of the pan as Angela delicately waltzed just outside of the room which was filled with the aroma of various herbs, spices and burnt food.

"Something wrong my dear?" She leant angelically on the door frame and peered her head over the stove top of sauce covered pots and pans.

"Yes Angela, can you please just help me Mrs. Expert-Chef?" She chuckled to herself and entered the room.

"Okay... tell me exactly what is wrong?" She gazed into one of the saucepans, unable to identify what was brewing inside.

"Well... the sauce is too thick and too thin at the same time, all of the everything keeps on boiling over, I can't work this damned oven, the garlic bread is garlic charcoal and I don't know where you keep your plates." She slung her slender arms around you from behind and kissed just behind your ear.

"No Angela, you've been at work, I can cook, don't worry, how hard can it be." Angela said in a mocking voice, dipping a wooden spoon into one of the pots and then bringing it to her nose for a closer inspection. "Besides, who says that I am an expert chef?"

"Well... you can cook a hell of a lot better than me." She licked the wooden spoon and screwed up her face in disgust.

"That is not too hard though is it?"

"Oh ha-ha-ha Angela, real funny. It isn't that bad is it?"

"Well... I have drunk ocean water that is less salty, but apart from that... it is edible at least?"

"Oh forget it I'm just gonna gi-" Before she could finish her sentence the doorbell rang.

"Who is at our door at this time?" You tried to think if you had forgotten any plans.

"I will get it, you just keep... stirring?" She hastily walked over to the door and before you knew it she was back and as per her instructions, you just kept stirring.

"So, who was it?"

"Oh nobody... you enjoy that, I will just go into the dining room to enjoy these pizzas, enjoy your slop."

"Okay... you do... wait? What? When did you order pizza?" You followed her and the scent of a perfectly cooked pizza crust into the dining room.

"I ordered them this morning."

"Why did you order pizza, you knew that I was cooking." She looked at you perplexed.

"You answered your own question there, do you want some or not?"

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Written by Aaron.