Wesker was calm in a quiet area of ​​the library, in hand with a book on viruses and another on Lovecraft, watching you, a cute bookworm, lost among the shelves of books.

Strangely, he could never look away from you, so innocent, naive... so cute and- His thoughts were interrupted when he remembered what he had to do in the library, taking the books. He was dying to help you, but he was too proud, cursing himself under his breath, turning around and realizing that you had gently touched his shoulder. You had mistaken him for a librarian who could help you...

He felt his heart melt, wanting to help you even though he didn't work there but... "I'm not a stupid librarian, you damm bookworm!" He exclaimed, watching you flinch and apologize softly damm, damm, damm! Why did I yell at them?? He thought, he never wanted to treat you badly.