[Wesker had said he wasn't involved in anything illegal. Sakura takes him at his word. Call it the optimism of a girl who's never experienced hardship before coming the Recollé, but the fact that she's standing outside a coffee shop solidifies her goodwill. This will be fine, she reasons with herself, and opens the door.
And Wesker... is not a hard man to find, sitting or no. Never mind the imposing figure he cuts, but Sakura glances down at her usual skirt and cardigan combo, briefly worried that she's under-dressed for this sort of thing. It's too late to retreat, however, she she picks her way through the quiet and smiles tentatively in his direction before bowing (reflex) and then sliding into her seat.]
Hello sir. [A pause before the correction:] Wes... ker-san.
[Forgive the Japanese accent, there. That name is enough to cause her tongue to trip]
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And Wesker... is not a hard man to find, sitting or no. Never mind the imposing figure he cuts, but Sakura glances down at her usual skirt and cardigan combo, briefly worried that she's under-dressed for this sort of thing. It's too late to retreat, however, she she picks her way through the quiet and smiles tentatively in his direction before bowing (reflex) and then sliding into her seat.]
Hello sir. [A pause before the correction:] Wes... ker-san.
[Forgive the Japanese accent, there. That name is enough to cause her tongue to trip]