Claire awoke the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. Wesker spared no expense on the comfort items of the house, it seemed. She could sleep in that bed for the rest of her life. It was exquisite. If that's the bed he got for her room, she wondered what his bed felt like. Claire! Don't think about Wesker's bed! Claire was conflicted. What was she thinking when she kissed him on the cheek last night? He could kill her with one hand, and there she was acting like he was just another person. Claire decided she needed a shower to clear her head. She walked into the bathroom connected to her bedroom and gasped. Like, audibly gasped. The bathroom was the fanciest thing she had ever seen. A waterfall showerhead, in a shower big enough for 6 people, at least. A vanity stocked with what was presumably expensive makeup. Brands she couldn't pronounce if she tried. Any and every tool for doing her hair, elegant perfumes and lotions. Quickly, she ran over to the closet. She opened the door and inside were clothes for any and every occasion. Wow. He wasn't kidding when he told me I didn't need anything. He even bought me tampons. Claire proceeded to pick out an outfit to wear, a simple V-neck white t-shirt and some dark washed skinny jeans. She didn't waste any more time before jumping in the shower.
After Claire was showered and dressed, she wandered out into the hall on her way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. She wasn't surprised that she was greeted by silence, but she couldn't help but be disappointed by it anyway. She found what looked to be credit cards on the kitchen table along with a handwritten note. These cards are for your personal use. For our protection we have alias'. Outside of this home you will be known as; Elena Martell, and I will be Jaime Lancaster. Please use the cards as you see fit. I assure you it would be nearly impossible to max even a single one of them out. -A.W. Geez, even his handwriting was meticulous and perfect. Claire decided he would question his choice of names when she next saw him. Looking through the cupboards, she figured she could stand to do a little grocery shopping and getting to know the town. She walked into the garage that had his Mercedes in it, and found a red Ford Focus. That must be for me to drive, no way do I want to drive his Mercedes. She got in the car and started pulling out of the driveway when she saw the door leading out to the garage open. Wesker stepped out and walked over to her side of the door. She rolled down her window and he stuck his gloved hand out and handed her a cell phone. "I hope I don't need to remind you what happens if you call anyone and tell them where you are. That is only to be used if you need to get ahold of me, or if there is an emergency and you need to call 911. Do I make myself clear?" Claire could feel her defiance kicking in. Instead of a snappy comeback she only nodded her head. "Good. Now, where are you off to? I was surprised to find that there was no note left for me this time." "I was just going to go grocery shopping and explore the town a little bit. Would you like to join? "she asked him as sweetly as she could muster. "No, I don't think I would. I would like to have dinner together tonight if that is something that could be done?" Claire was taken aback. Dinner? With Wesker? She figured she'd rather have dinner together than alone, though. "Sure, anything in particular you would like me to make?" "Just purchase whatever you find necessary. I do enjoy a nice steak, though." With those words he turned around and walked back inside. Claire drove down the road thinking about how Wesker had been more of a friend to her these past two days, than any of her real friends had in years.
Claire arrived at the small grocery store a little over 30 minutes later. Driving through the town it seemed all it consisted of were banks, 2 convenience stores, a diner, a bar, a few churches, and this one grocery store. She was able to find parking fairly quickly and was happy to see that there weren't many people around. She walked into the store and grabbed a cart and began shopping. After the cart was full, she really HATED shopping and didn't want to do it more than once every couple of weeks, she proceeded to the cash register where a man who looked to be around her age started ringing her up. "Are you new in town?" he asked her. "I am, I just moved here yesterday. You know everyone in town?" He wasn't bad looking. Dark brown hair that was shaggy down to about his ears. Not too muscular but he didn't look like a weakling either. "I thought I did," he responded, "but it seems that I missed one. I'll have to fix that." He was hitting on her?! Claire blushed a little, "That's flattering, really, but I have a"- she paused unsure what to say, boyfriend? partner? lover? - "I'm in a relationship. I'm sorry." "Ah, I see. Well, he must be a lucky guy." He handed her card back to her. "Have a wonderful day, Miss Elena Martell." he said. "Thank you," she paused to look at his nametag, "Jason. You have a wonderful day as well." With that she took her cart and went to go home.