You found yourself inside a shop that was selling western and farming products. Your friends had brought you in, as they needed a few supplies for their farm and now you were stuck pushing their cart around. As they muddled around a stand trying to sell off a product like an information commercial, you puttered over to a spot selling cowboy hats and clothing of the sorts. You chuckled to yourself as you looked at them. Cowboy gear wasn't your thing and you thought of it as a halloween type thing.

"Amusing they're selling costumes for halloween already…" you looked at yourself in the mirror with a cowboy hat on and swinging on what you assumed was a blanket used as a cape. You gave yourself finger pistols in the mirror and started laughing at yourself.

"Well don't you look mighty fine. Enjoying yourself?" a voice spoke near you and you turned your head to see a man who placed himself in a spot so you weren't able to spot him in the mirror.

"Oh yeah definitely. Thinkin' about maybe being a cowboy for halloween." you gave him a friendly smile. He laughed and moved closer, adjusting the serape you had on.

"By the way, you wear a serape like this." he grinned down at you as he adjusted it over your shoulders.

"Ohhh…" you looked down to watch his hands work on fixing it "So this is a serape? I thought it was a blanket." this caused him to laugh loudly, hanging his head as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"Oh no, it's a serape. Also that hat is way too big for you." he took the hat off your head and grabbed another more your size and plopped it on your head. He took a step back, a finger and thumb on his chin. He nodded approval and held a hand out to you.

" I'm Jesse McCree, pleasure to meet ya…" he waited for you to place your own name into his sentence. You reached out and grabbed his hand, shaking it.

"[F/Name] [L/Name]. Pleasure to meet you as well, Jesse." you gave him a bright smile as you brought your hand back and took off the hat and serape.

"So you seem a bit out of place here. What brings you into a store like this?" McCree leaned on a rack of clothes,crossing one foot over the other.

"Ah, my friend. They're shopping to get supplies for their farm. I'm assuming you're here to resupply your stock of cowboy hats and...serapes is what they're called?" You gestured over to your friend who was still admiring the product being sold off in the aisle.

"Yup, you got the name right. And is there somethin' wrong if I am resupplying my style?" you giggled at his response and shook your head.

"No, nothing's wrong with it. If it's your thing, it's your thing. I'm just not into the whole cowboy attire thing." it was quiet between you two for a few moments before Jesse took out his phone and handed it over to you.

"Mind sharing your number? I'd love to keep chatting but obviously I can't think of small talk and I gotta head back to work soon." you took his phone and went into his contacts, seeing odd names but ignoring that and adding your own in.

"Text me and let me know it's you so I have your number as well, Jesse!" you beamed up at him and handed back his phone. He took it back and tipped his hat.

"I'll message you later then. See you later, [Name]." and with that he left out of your view.