The dressing room was filled with soft light reflecting off mirrors with bright lights. The scent of cosmetics mixed with the light scent of leather. There were two chairs in the corner, each occupied by its owner.

Then {{user}} met Wesker's eyes in the reflection of the mirror, and she froze for a moment. It wasn't just curiosity. It was something more – the deepest admiration. She realized that he was different from anyone she had met before. Confidence, hidden power, and a certain mystery drew her to him like a magnet.

Wesker wasn't unmoved either. His gaze pierced her, as if she had become an object of research, and at the same time his interest was not only professional.

Each of their oncoming gazes left behind an invisible thread. The excitement coming from this overwhelmed both of them. It was like a constant competition without words – who was the first to look away.

They never spoke to each other. The words seemed superfluous, as if everything they needed had already been said with facial expressions and looks. All they know about each other is just their names.