Pyro's words hit their mark: he turned as red as his work shirt as she called him handsome, and couldn't help that smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth. With his hat in the seat beside him, he had nowhere to hide but behind his menu. He took a deep breath back there, trying to settle his nerves and not look as flustered as he was because an attractive woman was flirting with him. Him. Not Spy, not Demoman, not the mustached bloke next to him -- him.

He didn't even get to process what she said next as the waiter arrived to take their dinner orders. Given the conversation, Sniper hadn't taken much of a look at the menu -- his solution was to point to something that sounded vaguely appealing in the French language and hope that he wouldn't choke on it when it arrived.

He also needed water. Lots of water, please. The waiter nodded, smiling to himself at Sniper's crimson color as he turned to take Pyro's order, letting her date hide another moment.