writing request, mayhaps: coffee date? :D
Probably not the coffee date you were thinking of but uhhhh here ya go:
Jesse tapped at the table’s surface, not so much a nervous tick as something to occupy his hands for want to hover over Peacekeeper, hidden under his jacket. He’d done a lot of dumb things in his years, but this had to be top five at least. Sure, he’d knowingly walked into traps before, but that was different, all he needed was a plan and his gun. Here, violence could only be wielded in an extreme worst case scenario. A shoot out in a coffee shop was not something Overwatch needed pinned on their healing reputation. But as dumb as it was, it was a risk that needed taking.
Last week he’d spent an afternoon in a nice little coffee shop while staking out their route to escort a payload. he’d needed something to look busy with while sippin’ his chai latte for six hours, so he’d brought his tablet and decided Joel ought to give this place a lil shout out. Describing just enough detail for them to get the picture, but left out any identifying factors like his coffee order or where he sat. However, as smart as he’d always been keeping Jesse McCree and Joel Morricone as separate as pony and a penguin, someone had figured out they wore the same hat. That night, he’d browsed through the comments on the piece which contained the usual chatter, except one. It was from a long time reader he’d grown to recognize, DecidueyeTrainer69. “I will have to try this place next time I am in the area. I hear their Venti Non-fat Chai Latte’s are to die for.”It had froze him solid. Not only had they implied they were in that location, they knew his exact order. This had to be a Talon operative…. or someone who actually knew him. He wasn’t sure which put him more on edge. He couldn’t risk this getting out, not now. So a private message & a few fancy words later, he’d set himself in his own trap. Either way, he mused checking the time, he was about to find out and deal with it accordingly. Jesse surveyed the exits again from his seat at the table, re-calculating and re-evaluating all his options should the worst happen, when a body suddenly sat down in the chair opposite him. It took a good many seconds too long for his brain to process the information before him.
“You were correct, Mr. Morricone, this is a nice place. I believe this to be your drink of choice?” Hanzo Shimada offered nonchalantly pushing a cup marked chai towards him. "You fuckin’ bastard.“ was all Jesse could manage. Hanzo just tipped his head back and laughed. the fuckin’ bastard! Of course it was Hanzo. Everything was making sense now, he’d even been on the same reconnaissance with him that day. Which brought the realization of just how much his anxiety had tunneled his vision. But he’d work that out later, for now, his secret was safe. Taking the coffee with a chuckle he asked, “How?” "Oh please Jesse, I am an ex Yakuza boss, world class assassin and your current Teammate, it wasn’t hard!“ The man sat there with one of the haughtiest, most smug grins McCree had ever seen him display. "How’d you know about the drink?”Hanzo pointed out the window to the rooftop across the street where he’d have perched with his rifle. “I got bored. Watched the order come up on the register.” “You sayin’, that instead of scopin’ out the land for enemies ya decided to spy on me?” “Well, on your ass specifically, but yes.”McCree choked on air. "Now, about this date you promised DecidueyeTrainer69…?“ Hanzo cooed, eyes twinkling and grin crooked. well i’ll be… He’d been aching to ask the archer out for a while now, but that ‘right moment’ just hadn’t come up. Meanwhile, Hanzo strikes right at the heart in the most extra way possible. But damn, if that wasn’t one of the things he loved about him. Leaning into the other man’s table space Jesse flashed his own crooked grin. “Next round’s on me, Darlin’.”