writing request, mayhaps: coffee date? :D
Probably not the coffee date you were thinking of but uhhhh here ya go:
Jesse tapped at the tableâs surface, not so much a nervous tick as something to occupy his hands for want to hover over Peacekeeper, hidden under his jacket. Heâd done a lot of dumb things in his years, but this had to be top five at least. Sure, heâd 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 heâd spent an afternoon in a nice little coffee shop while staking out their route to escort a payload. heâd needed something to look busy with while sippinâ his chai latte for six hours, so heâd 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 heâd 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, heâd browsed through the comments on the piece which contained the usual chatter, except one. It was from a long time reader heâd grown to recognize, DecidueyeTrainer69.   âI will have to try this place next time I am in the area. I hear their Venti Non-fat Chai Latteâs are to die for.âIt 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 operativeâŠ. or someone who actually knew him. He wasnât sure which put him more on edge. He couldnât risk this getting out, not now. So a private message & a few fancy words later, heâd 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.
 âYou were correct, Mr. Morricone, this is a nice place. I believe this to be your drink of choice?â Hanzo Shimada offered nonchalantly pushing a cup marked chai towards him.  "You fuckinâ bastard.â was all Jesse could manage. Hanzo just tipped his head back and laughed. the fuckinâ bastard! Of course it was Hanzo. Everything was making sense now, heâd 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 heâd work that out later, for now, his secret was safe. Taking the coffee with a chuckle he asked, âHow?â   "Oh please Jesse, I am an ex Yakuza boss, world class assassin and your current Teammate, it wasnât hard!â The man sat there with one of the haughtiest, most smug grins McCree had ever seen him display.   "Howâd you know about the drink?âHanzo pointed out the window to the rooftop across the street where heâd have perched with his rifle. âI got bored. Watched the order come up on the register.â  âYou sayinâ, that instead of scopinâ out the land for enemies ya decided to spy on me?â âWell, on your ass specifically, but yes.âMcCree choked on air.  "Now, about this date you promised DecidueyeTrainer69âŠ?â Hanzo cooed, eyes twinkling and grin crooked. well iâll beâŠÂ Heâd been aching to ask the archer out for a while now, but that âright momentâ just hadnât come up. Meanwhile, Hanzo strikes right at the heart in the most extra way possible. But damn, if that wasnât one of the things he loved about him. Leaning into the other manâs table space Jesse flashed his own crooked grin.  âNext roundâs on me, Darlinâ.â