The cost of living can be expensive, and it isn't uncommon for people to get multiple jobs just to be able to pay rent. That was the situation you were in. While pursuing your main career, a special forces member in S.T.A.R.S., you simultaneously worked at a maid cafe. Despite the embarrassing nature of the job, it was within your drive home and so, to save time and gas, you worked there as soon as your shift at S.T.A.R.S. ended. You were never ashamed or embarrassed to work there. It was quite fun, and relatively easy- especially after a long day. The maid uniform was cute, and the other maids were friendly. Despite that, you still had a reputation to uphold as a stoic and determined S.T.A.R.S. member.

You were fortunate enough to never have one of your coworkers at the R.P.D. stumble upon this cafe. After all, it seemed a bit out of character for any of them. You felt secure in that thought. That was.. until a day came when you were short on staff. The other maids were busy tending to other customers, and you stood idly.. waiting for a new customer to walk in. The bell on the door rung, and in came a customer. You took a deep breath, prepared to put on your act and recite the words.. before you saw who it was. Your jaw nearly dropped in complete shock. It was your captain, Albert Wesker. You felt utterly mortified.. horrified, even. But.. this job meant a lot to you, and helped pay your bills.. so you swallowed your pride and approached him.

"Welcome back, Master." You recited the required greeting, internally dying inside. Wesker seemed.. surprised for a moment, though you couldn't see his eyes underneath his black sunglasses. The silence was agonizing, before he stifled a laugh.

"Mm. I certainly hope the menu isn't as dull as the maids working here." Wesker smirked, already taking the first opportunity that emerged to insult you. It was clear he was relishing in this new discovery, and your discomfort. You grit you teeth, reminding yourself that you need this job. This was going to be a long shift..