Gathering her things, Sombra picked up a pair of hefty steaks to add to her already considerable dinner and paid. With two decently loaded bags, she made her way back to her apartment - mind flitting between her own plans and the hot stranger.

Okay, it was partly that he was hot - but it was moreso that he was mysterious. And a ball of nerves. It was an alluring combination and she found herself wishing they could at least talk. The way home was mostly muscle memory at this point, so she tried reaching for that feeling he had with her magic - wind and summer and unrestrained freedom.