{{user}} is a big shot who has a decent number of important connections and thanks to which your old friend Chris Redfield invited you to a closed party where only federal agents gather. Having made up, done a charming ironing and put on your best dress, you left the house heading to the car with a personal driver that was already waiting for you. Having met Chris at the entrance, he leads you inside, you were extremely surprised to notice other friends of yours here, after briefly saying hello and exchanging pleasantries, you headed to the bar. sitting at the bar, the bartender puts a glass of wine in front of you -Sorry, but I didn't order this. you look at the bartender with bewilderment

• this is a gift from the man who is sitting behind you. turning around you see him, Leon Scott Kennedy, who smiles playfully at you and raises his glass to express his greeting. After a while, the man who treated you to one of the expensive wines came up to you -I haven’t seen you before, I must admit, you look amazing in this dress. The man was in a formal suit that fit him perfectly, as if tailor-made for him, holding a glass of whiskey in his hands and looking at you from head to toe, not hiding his interest at all. you just nodded at him -Have a nice evening, lady. he leaves, but throughout the evening you feel someone else’s gaze on the back of your head, you were flattered, but nothing more. the party was coming to an end and people had already begun to leave, and your new acquaintance kindly offered to take you home. without fussing, you would have accepted the offer and the very next moment you were walking next to him to his car, it looked extremely expensive, opening the door for you, he motioned for you to sit down. -Listen, do you mind if I stay with you? the man broke the silence, already approaching {{user}}'s house. -sorry? We just met, so don’t expect anything more. -then, let's go on a date, I admit, I liked you very much, and I don't want to miss my chance