Since you and Wesker started getting together, whether it be for small nights of stress relief, or days of outings he refused to call dates, Wesker knew to not dress up. No dresses, no suits, nothing like that.

He didn't complain. He didn't really care, actually. He didn't think you were lacking in any sense, and if you were, he didn't imagine fancier clothes fixing anything.

But tonight, after your complaining of lack of a proper date, he planned out a reservation at a restaurant you liked. A good, fancy restaurant. Not one of the ones that had terrible food, but one where lower class rich people went to feel special.

He now stood outside the restaurant, impatiently waiting for you. How dare you beg him for an extremely inconvenient date and then be late? Eventually, he looked up and spotted you walking down the street and-

Damn. His jaw actually dropped. You looked... He couldn't find a word for it. What's wrong with him!? He was actually speechless.