Resident Evil- Return To Love
Finally, after all that fighting, after putting up with all of those god damn Spaniards speaking things I didn't even understand whenever they raised an axe at me, after killing that bastard Saddler and that traitor Krauser, I could finally take a breather and relax. After this mission, the President was kind enough to give me a huge increase in my paycheck, a house to stay in that was nothing short of luxurious and a long time for a vacation, I knew the first thing I was going to do, call up my old friend, Claire Redfield. It's been such a long time since I've spoken to her and boy, being with a friend right now could really do me some good.
I drove home after the long debriefing at the White House. I walked into my bedroom and collapsed on my bed before taking out my cell and dialing a number that rang through my head every minute I was in Europe. I luckily got dial tone; not getting it would definitely break my spirit.
"Hello? This is Claire," said that angelic voice of hers.
"Hey Claire, you know who this is?" I said.
"Umm…I'm afraid not," she replied.
My heart skipped a beat when she said that.
"I'll give you a hint, it's a really good friend of yours from Raccoon City," I said playfully but not enough for her to notice that I was teasing her.
"Oh my God! Leon! Is that you?!" she squealed.
"Bingo," I said coolly.
I could hear something fall to the ground in her background. She must've dropped something from the sheer surprise of hearing from me.
"Oh my gosh! How are you Leon? It's been so long!" she said.
"I've been good, the reason you haven't heard from me is because I was on a mission in Europe," I explained.
"The Las Plagas case?" she asked.
"How'd you know?" I asked.
"I have my sources…" she said in an obviously playful voice.
I chuckled to myself; that was Claire for you, always there to lighten up any serious conversation. For the next hour, I told her everything that happened in Europe and she filled me in on what I missed here in America while I was gone. With my knowledge gained, an instinct kicked in but it sent a chill down my spine as well; it kept telling me to ask her out on a date.
"Say Claire, are you busy tomorrow? I was thinking we could grab a coffee from the Starbucks downtown," I asked.
"Sure, I'd love to! What time?" she asked.
"12?" I suggested.
"10, what's wrong with you? Don't you know that 12 is too late!" she said rather sternly but again I could tell she was messing with me.
"Alright, I'll see you there," I replied.
"Bye Leon!" she said before she hung up.
I threw the phone aside and began to mentally beat myself. Why would I think of asking her out when I just got back from a mission that lasted several months. Whatever the case, I agreed to go out with her tomorrow, let's hope I don't lose my cool; Claire is literally the embodiment of everything I could ever want in a woman.