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// The next morning 
// Story: I remember you 
// by Strata 
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Never in his life had Professor Sombra jumped out of bed with such enthusiasm for the day to come. everything seemed to be all fine and dandy, and the little annoyances disappeared. He practically skipped to the shop that morning, whistling a merry tune. That was, until, he saw Alex sitting behind his desk with a devilish grin on his face. God, that grin. It always meant he had another scheme to hurt Sombra with. He still hadn't recovered from the last one.

"Come on, amigo! on more and you will have thirty chubby bunnies!"

Sombra shivered at the thought of that day. His office still smelled like marshmallow. And yet, here he was, in his office one more. enough idle talk. He pushed the door open, and walked up to the desk. "What now, Alex?"
"Now, The day of wingmanship begins!"
"Wingmanship?"
"The art of having a wingman! Someone who pities your loneliness and will help you out."
"And by saying that you assume I need one."
"Of course you need one. There are lots of other handsome, talented men for that girl to go for."
Sombra rolled his eyes. for some reason His best friend had found it amusing to pair him with some random girl he met just yesterday. This was kind of typical of him, though. That moment, the bell rung.

Sombra turned around, half expecting Cadence, but instead there stood a foreboding figure. Her face was darkened by her electro-green/blue hood that matched her hair. her skin was dark, like most Spanish in this area. her jumper had various holes in the sleeves, from overuse. Sombra hadn't seen her without it. She was none other than Chris. Or Chrissie, if you wanted to be punched in the face. She had seen Sombra a few times, and every time she had been there to watch him embarrass himself. "Why're you her, Chris?"
"I'm here to watch the fireworks."
Sombra turned to Alex in hardly concealed outrage. He smiled, and shrugged. Sometimes, he just brought utter chaos to his life. Then, the bell rung again.