Lovestruck

Brigitte swears up and down that she fell in love on the twenty-third of December to the tune of Shake it off, riding down the highway at a speed well over legal and eyes pressed so tightly closed she could see colors dancing beneath them.

Hana says she fell in love on a Sunday morning when a tall red-headed woman came barreling into the kitchen in nothing more than a skin-tight blue t-shirt, bright pink boxers, screaming that she was going to murder 'that Sixty-year old millennial bastard!'

Regardless they both agree that it wasn't a gradual thing. Brigitte didn't find herself watching the girl across the dining hall at 3 in the morning, attempting to neck an entire gallon of Redbull in an attempt to stay awake long enough to finish whatever campaign she was working on. Hana didn't take much longer than necessary walking down the corridor adjacent to the workshop in order to catch a glimpse of Reinhardt getting his ass handed to him by some redhead gesturing wildly at him with a wrench.

No, It came sudden, hard, and fast.

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