Overwatch Reader Inserts

Ragu or Alfredo, Jesse McCree

"What a nice little restaurant." (H/c) hair was tousled in the warm Venice breeze. The hostess led (Y/n) and her friend to a patio table overlooking the canal.

"Yeah, my husband and I discovered it on our honeymoon." The two were seated and the hostess let them be.

"Well it's absolutely wonderful, hopefully the food is as well." (Y/n) giggled. "Thank you again, Kristoff for allowing me to tag along on your vacation."

"No problem, sweetie. I couldn't bring my husband so our surrogate daughter was my next pick." He laughed, looking over his menu.

"I'm only a few years younger than you." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow in mirth.

"You're still my kid. Now shush and look over the menu." As she opened her own menu, a tall waiter made his way to their table. He looked very out of place with his messy hair and disheveled apron tied around his waist.

"Buonasera." (Y/n) nearly fell out of her chair. "Can I-ah get-ah you two somethin' to drink?" This guy had the worst Italian accent in the history of mankind and it was absolutely hysterical to the two friends.

"There's no way in hell that you're from here." (Y/n) wiped tears from her eyes and looked up and met his embarrassed gaze. "No worries, you can practice on us. Or you can just drop it and let us hear your normal voice."

"Please choose the second one, my sides hurt so bad." Kristoff lightly hit the table, body still racked with laughter.

"Was it that bad?" The waiter rubbed the back of his neck. "I really tried."

"It was better than I could do." She tried to make him feel better, kicking her friend under the table to stop his fit. "What's your name?"

"Jesse." He pulled out a notepad and picked at the paper. "So what're you drinkin'? I don't wanna take too long or I might get in trouble."

"Oh, of course!" (Y/n) smiled and glanced once more at the menu.

"We'll have two glasses of Franciacorta." Kristoff ordered for them both.

"The France-court, got it. I'll be right back." Jesse hurried off. (Y/n) couldn't help but stare as he went.

"Oh no. You are not going to stare at that bumbling idiot, as your father I forbid it."

"But daddy I love him!" She fake whined. "Come on, look at him, Kris. He's stunningly gorgeous."

"Yeah but that doesn't change anything. He's a moron. Besides, you just got over a breakup so no boys for you." Kristoff covered his face with his menu with a flourish. "Now their gnocchi is amazing and..." (Y/n) zoned out as he described his favourite dish. She lost herself watching the boats glide through the water.

"Ma'am?" Jesse lightly touched her shoulder to get her attention. She hadn't even realized he had returned with their drinks and had already taken Kristoff's order. "Are you ready?" He asked hesitantly. (Y/n) blinked and gave him a half hearted smile.

"What's your favourite, cowboy?" Jesse returned her smile with a goofy grin of his own.

"The steak is nice, if only a bit small for my likin'."

"That'll do just fine then." She handed her menu to him and jerked back slightly when his hand grazed hers. He gave her an odd look before making his way back to the kitchen.

The two friends chatted about all sorts of things, catching up on each others lives. (Y/n) tried to ignore the overly loud conversation coming from a few tables away. She wouldn't have minded the volume if it wasn't in English and about her. Of course most everyone in the little eatery wore formal attire but she didn't own anything fancier than a (f/c) sundress. Kristoff had assured her it would be fine but according to the British woman across the room, it was, in fact, not okay.