Rebecca

I was on edge. I felt like I wasn't good enough to be in this office; everybody else was older then me. I was surprised when Wesker had actually hired me, but he had and here I was.

I plopped down at my desk. It was six in the morning on my fourth day and I was still getting used to the hours.

I started the work that Wesker had left out for me. I felt more like a receptionist then a medic, but I hadn't gone on any missions yet. So I sat there, filing reports and reorganizing cabinets as I waited for the rest of S.T.A.R.S. came in.

At 8 o'clock sharp, in came Wesker. Today he was wearing a dark blue button up and black slacks, not to forget his signature black loafers and sunglasses.

I found myself watching him. I'd been at a good pace before he came in, but now he distracted me as he went about.

He passed at me and my stomach grumbled. I felt blush hit me full blown and I immediately looked down at the file I'd been trying to focus on.

"Rebecca, did you eat breakfast this morning?" he asked me, his hand in the corner of my desk. I smelled his after shave or cologne of whatever it was he wore and I realized how much I liked it.

Damn me for getting a job where my boss was the most handsome a man could be in his late thirties.

"No, I forgot," I told him, blushing hard. "Captain," I added quickly.

He glanced at the clock behind me. "Would you like to have breakfast at the diner with me?"

I had placed my hands on my knees and right now, I was squeezing them so hard my nails were white.

"If that's alright with you, sure," I told him.

He smiled at me. It was another moment to add to a steadily growing list where I wished I could see his eyes. I could only imagine they looked just as handsome as the rest of him.

The two of us left the department building and walked down the street to the diner.

"Good morning, Wesker," an elderly waitress said to the Alpha team captain as he walked in.

"Good morning Hilda," he said to her in return.

She looked at me and smiled. "Two today?"

He nodded.

I was nervous as we sat down at the booth table. The vinyl squeaked slightly as we did so. I felt myself blushing once again; I felt like I was a bumbling idiot.

I tried to busy myself by reading the menu. I noticed that Wesker didn't even have one, which made me feel worse and more nervous because that meant he was waiting for me to make up my mind.

Figures.

When Hilda came to get our drink order, Wesker simply ordered coffee and cranberry juice. Normal things.

Wesker was normal.

Or, at the very least, he was when he left the office.

I ordered apple juice and Hilda left to get our drinks. I found myself biting my lower lip as I looked back at the menu. My stomach grumbled again, reminding me that I needed food.

Hilda came back and Wesker ordered first; a cheese omelet with a side of scrapple and home fries. I ordered buttermilk pancakes with a fruit salad and sausage.

I thought that we would be left with only the radio playing in the background to fill sound into our ears, but Wesker cleared his throat, causing me to look up at him.

"What brought you to Raccoon City in the first place, Rebecca?" he asked me.

I felt myself blink. "I'm not really sure. It's just kind of where my car took me," I explained to him, not wanting to go into a lot of detail.

He nodded slowly. I found myself looking down a his hands; the fingers were long and slender and looked skilled. I let my mind wander to what they would feel like in my own...

"Why were you traveling?" he asked me.

I was brought out of my daydream by his voice. "Traveling? Oh, that's, um, personal," I told him.

I was saved by Hilda returning with our food. Any further questions Wesker might've had were put aside as we began to eat.

I was slightly ravenous, which felt like it was embarrassing me further, but I noticed Wesker was done before me.

When we were done, Wesker got up. "I'll be right back," he told me before walking off.

Hilda came back to collect the dishes and dropped off the bill. I had already done some math in my head, so I figured that the twenty I had in my pocket would be enough.

I opened the receipt cover to make sure. I heard somebody clear their throat and I looked up to see Wesker looking down at me.

"You don't have to pay. I was the one who offered to come here," he told me.

I handed him the bill. "Thank you," I said to him, smiling a little bit. He smiled in return.

He paid the bill and we left. As we walked back to the police building, I felt myself walk closer to Wesker even though we were practically alone-it was a Thursday morning at quarter to ten. He didn't say anything about it, so I didn't move away.

He let me walk in first and I headed back to my desk. "Thanks again," I said to him as he passed me to go into his office.

He stopped and looked back. "You're welcome, Rebecca."

Author's Note: This is just something I started working on on my iPod. I figured I'd post it and more chapters are likely to come! As always, please review! :)

~HolleringHawk65