Wesker sat alone at a table for four in the small cafe, calmly awaiting for his guest to arrive. He had dressed up just a tad for the occasion, since it wasn't at a time where he would be involved with any further classes. A black corduroy jacket draped over his shoulders, the front left open over a white button-up. The shirt was tucked in to a pair of black slacks held in place by a leather belt, and the whole thing fell down to a pair of black oxfords, and of course, his gloves. The entire outfit was pristinely smooth, and any wrinkles that marred the fabric were only through for the sake of movement.
A glass of a black tea sat steaming in front of him on the table, as well as half of a sandwich and some fries. It wasn't a full meal, just something to compliment the tea, He would of course provide the same should his guests desire it.
And so there he waited, hands folded in front of him, perpetual smile plastered on his face, patiently awaiting the arrival of his 'friends'...
@"Poptart"
A glass of a black tea sat steaming in front of him on the table, as well as half of a sandwich and some fries. It wasn't a full meal, just something to compliment the tea, He would of course provide the same should his guests desire it.
And so there he waited, hands folded in front of him, perpetual smile plastered on his face, patiently awaiting the arrival of his 'friends'...
@"Poptart"