[A coffeeshop wasn't what Lucy expected, but it was something of a pleasant surprise. It was easy enough to get to, and more importantly get out of if Lucy decided that no, she didn't want anything to do with this.
...though now she was also quietly wondering if he was serious or if this was the in-person variant of a prank call.
But Lucy spotted him immediately when she opened the door—or at least sunglasses that looked like Wesker's profile picture. She wasn't dressed nearly as elaborately for meeting with a mobster(?), just in a puffy jacket, jeans, and a grey knit cap pulled down over hair that was pink to the eyebrows. There were two triangular...somethings poking up from underneath the hat like a cat's ears, and her eyes were a piercing red that looked slightly too real to have come out of a box of contact lenses.
Lucy didn't take her hat off, and beelined straight for Wesker's table.]
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...though now she was also quietly wondering if he was serious or if this was the in-person variant of a prank call.
But Lucy spotted him immediately when she opened the door—or at least sunglasses that looked like Wesker's profile picture. She wasn't dressed nearly as elaborately for meeting with a mobster(?), just in a puffy jacket, jeans, and a grey knit cap pulled down over hair that was pink to the eyebrows. There were two triangular...somethings poking up from underneath the hat like a cat's ears, and her eyes were a piercing red that looked slightly too real to have come out of a box of contact lenses.
Lucy didn't take her hat off, and beelined straight for Wesker's table.]
You wanted to talk to me?