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Jenna sat with Mei, Tracer, Hana and Zarya in her room.

"You have a date tonight with ?!" Mei's eyes widened.

"Yeah.." Jenna blushed.

"CAN WE DO YOUR MAKEUP!?" Hana boomed at Jenna.

"I WANNA PICK OUT THE OUTFIT!" Tracer screamed.

"Calm down!" Jenna yelled back at the two of them.

"okay but really, I don't think Jesse's been on a date in a while." Tracer scoffed.

"But he's a total flirt!" Hana laughed.

"Well that's just him. He's kind of a flirty idiot with women….I can't believe he asked you on a date." Tracer giggled.

"He must like you….a lot." Mei chuckled.

"If he breaks your heart, I will break him." Zarya laughed.

Jenna smiled at them all.

"When is your date love?" Tracer asked.

"6."

"JENNA ITS 5." Hana pulled Jenna out of her chair and rushed her over to her closet.

Tracer, Zarya and Mei trailed behind to help.

"Nah man, don't wear THAT!" Lucio gestured towards the entire outfit McCree picked out.

"I thought it looked proper." McCree gestured towards his current outfit. Which consisted of a button down shirt, slacks and a bolo tie.

"You made reservations at a Texas steakhouse didn't you?" Lucio face palmed himself.

"Well yeah." McCree shrugged.

Lucio got up and ran over to his computer.

"I'll take care of this. Go in my closet, I'll set up reservations for dinner. Just change out of that." Lucio retorted.

Jenna sat in her workshop, listening to her Jose Gonzales playlist again while finishing reading a book.

There was a knock at the workshop door.

"Come in." Jenna acknowledged him.

She immediately got up once Jesse entered the room.

She wore a white knee length dress and a jean jacket over it. Her makeup had been expertly done and her hair was in loose wavy curls. A turquoise necklace hung from her neck.

"Hey cowboy." She smiled at him.

He smirked back at her.

He wore a black tee shirt, a plaid over shirt, the sleeves pulled up 3 quarter lengths. He also wore some nice jeans and his signature hat that he insisted on wearing, despite Lucio's advice.

His black eye was almost healed entirely; his cuts and bruises were also healed. He no longer walked in a slight limp. Whatever Angela's treatments were, they worked wonderfully.

He held out his arm to Jenna.

"Ready, little lady?"

She gently hooked her arm under his and on their way they went.

McCree drove the car into a small downtown district; the ride was quiet between them. Jenna watched the road slowly go by. He finally parked the car and immediately ducked his way out to open the door for Jenna. Thanking him, they locked the car and she took him again by the arm to walk to the restaurant.

Chattering of birds, people talking on their phones and to each other provided an ambient walk for the two of them.

"Le Croissant…." McCree mumbled to himself.

"Excuse me?" Jenna turned to McCree.

"Oh sorry, the name of the restaurant is Le Croissant." McCree fumbled his words.

"Never thought you'd pick a French restaurant…."Jenna smirked.

"Neither would I…" McCree rolled his eyes.

They finally arrived at Le Croissant, it was an open air restaurant, the sound of casual house music played quietly in the background.

The waiter led them to their table and handed them their menus.

"The chef's special today is the roast chicken. Could I start you off with a drink, a bottle of wine perhaps?" the waiter asked.

"Yeah, I could go for some wine. Give me the best you've got." McCree nodded at the waiter, and he was off.

"…I hope he doesn't notice that I don't like wine…." Jenna thought to herself.

She nervously looked through the menu.

"Okay, okay…we're at the restaurant. Everything is fine… oh god why did I agree to this?"

It had been some time since she went on a date. Every one that she had gone on weren't the best. But she nervously sat there having flashbacks on the times that were the absolute worst.

Food burned, being stood up, soup getting spilled directly on her, the list went on and on.

"You okay there?" McCree asked her, his face concerned.

"I'm fine! Why do you ask?" Jenna replied.

"You're gripping that menu tighter than a lasso…" McCree pointed to her hands.

He was right. The menu was ripping slightly.

"Sorry…its just super cold in here!" Jenna giggled nervously.

McCree noticed something was off with her tonight.

"You want my flannel?" McCree gestured towards his overshirt.

"No I'll be alright…"

"Jenna are you sure you're alright?… you're acting mighty skiddish…."

Jenna sighed deeply. She was about to say something when the waiter brought their wine.