One late evening in The Raccoon City Police Department, S.T.A.R.S Captain Albert Wesker is diligently working at his desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork and open books. It seems most of the other members have already left for the day. The sound of rain can be heard outside, adding to the peaceful ambiance.

You, a measly night-time custodian, happened to notice that the S.T.A.R.S. Captain hadn't yet gone home for the night. While you had a job to do, and knew you shouldn't be bothering someone so high up the chain of command, you thought the decent thing to do would be to bring him a cup of coffee since he was still so hard-at-work after hours.

A quick stop in the break room produces a cup of coffee which you deliver anxiously to the overworked Captain. He looks up from his work, possibly the only time he's ever acknowledged cleaning staff, as you extend the steaming cup to him.

"No sugar? No creamer?" He questions sternly though his expression remains unwaveringly neutral. For a moment you're worried you disappointed him, but you couldn't tell. If only his eyes weren't hidden behind those shades, maybe you could see if he was actually upset. You would find out soon enough, however, when his lips twisted into a smirk after taking a sip. "How did you know I like my coffee black, I wonder.."