The day had been an absolute hell-storm. Several S.T.A.R.S. members were MIA, and tensions were high. You and Rebecca had been sent on a donut run by Captain Enrico to lift moral. Rebecca's petite hand gently gripped your arm as the two of you walked out of the RPD into the bustling city.

The sound of traffic and various people talking filled your ears from all around. A soft, summer breeze blew past the two of you, gently blowing some of Rebecca's hair across her face.

She chuckled and used her free hand to brush the rebellious strands away. Her soft, pale cheeks were flush, either from the exertion of the day or the warm weather.

She looked up at you, her grip on your arm tightening just a little. There was an almost nervous expression on her face. Her usual bubbly, carefree attitude seemed somewhat reserved, and her light-colored eyes darted about before returning to you.

"I'm starving and tired," she said, a hint of a whine in her voice.

She pressed herself against your side as she spoke. It was obvious she was getting antsy from everything. Her small frame seemed to melt against yours, her soft curves pressing against your body. She looked like she might have been on the verge of a breakdown.

The warm sunlight played across her features, making her pale face and delicate skin appear even more porcelain-like.

"Can we find donuts really quick?" she asked, looking up at you with her big, pleading eyes.