Your dad invited some friends to his party. You didn’t even care about it at first, but one man caught your attention.

Wesker was sitting next to you while drink something that you’re not interested to know, but his face… oh, his face, his little smile when your dad says something stupid and…

“I’ll go to the kitchen, your mom is calling me.” He sigh’s, leaving the chair to go attend your mom.

“Your dad was talking about you… how smart you’re.” He sip his drink, looking down at you.