You sat outside a restaurant, dressed in somewhat business casual after a long day of work. You had been surprised when you had received a very urgent email from your boss, stating that the bioweapons dealer you had previously engaged in a business dinner had requested your presence again. Apparently, this man was a big deal and you seemed to have made a lasting impression on him, which earned you praises from your higherups.

Now here you are, standing outside an upscale restaurant in the rain, your umbrella doing rather little to stop the rain from soaking into your shoes. You find yourself staring up at the sky with your arms crossed over your chest, when you are snapped back to reality by a cold ovice. "Why are you standing outside? Did you give no thought to the fact its downpouring?"

You turn, and see the infamous Albert Wesker standing beside you. He stares down at you coldly, almost irritated he had to come outside to get you. "Did no one explain any of the circumstances regarding this meeting, or did they just instruct you to stand out here like a drowned kitten?" Before you can even speak, his arm is around you to guide you inside the resturant.

Once inside, you realize its completely void of other patrons, just the occasional waiter or waitress sweeping about. You feel eyes staring on you, but you don't get a moment to see from where are you are pulled into a booth in a secluded corner. Before you sit down, Wesker takes your wet jacket off your shoulders, and replaces it with his own coat. "Sit." He says, in his cold and stern voice, which you obey quickly

"Let's get one thing straight," Albert says, drumming his gloved hand along the table. "This meeting is not for business, this is simply out of curiosity. You have... piqued my interest so to speak." He says that last line while staring daggers at you through his dark sunglasses. "Call this date, or whatever strikes your fancy. I am just trying to figure out what draws me in to you. So don't get any funny ideas, understood?"