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How you meet Chris Redfield

"Relax (Y/N), you'll be fine. There's really nothing to worry about, as long as you remain calm and cool," Jill reassured, as she gave you a smile.

You took a deep breath, before glancing back at her.

"You're right. Let's go."

***

Once the two of you were inside the police department, one of the police officers was having a difficult time taking an arrested convict to another part of the station. As soon as he spots Jill, he called out:

"Hey Jill! A little help over here?"

"Sure thing Marvin. Just a sec." Jill turn towards you. "I'm sorry (Y/N). I gotta go now. Duty calls for me, bye," She left you standing over by the front entrance, as went to help Marvin with transporting the criminal. You let out a sigh as treaded over towards the front desk. The young lady glanced up at you from her nails she was filing when you approach.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, I was wondering where the S.T.A.R.S. office is–" You were cut off by colliding with someone—causing you to fall and collapse roughly onto the stone ground with him as he dropped the huge stack of paperwork he was carrying.

"Ow... Son of a bitch..." You moaned. Your ankles began to throb with immense pain, even with the high heels.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry! I didn't see there–" The man didn't finish his sentence the moment you turned your head around to look at him. He couldn't help but stare at your beautiful (e/c) eyes on your pretty (s/c) face, you could say the same yourself as you peered up at him.

The gentleman had a light tan skin color, dazzling green eyes, spiky dark brown hair that looked irresistible to touch, and a beyond average muscular physique with broad features that was easy to notice even through his clothing. While gazing at his muscular arms, you couldn't help but dream about touching his well-toned chest, or wondering wether he had a six-pack or even a eight-pack. You immediately snapped out of your haze—knowing that you didn't come here to day dream about some random guy you just collided into.

He's wearing a white t-shirt, with a S.T.A.R.S. patch stitched onto the left sleeve of his shirt. Overlapped by a large green tactical cargo vest, with an old fashioned utility belt strapped around his vest and over his left shoulder, and a knife sheath duct taped onto it. Along with grey cargo pants, a separate black utility belt with multiple pouches around his waist and connected a leg holster that's clipped around his leg as well, black finger-less combat gloves, a watch around his wrist, and a pair of black combat boots.

"Hi. I'm (Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)," You spoke up to break the silence. Slightly blushing a bit as you realized the position you were in, with him practically hovering over you.

"I'm Chris, Chris Redfield. Here, let me help you up," Chris offered, as he gently pulled you up off the ground, then began picking up the papers he had previously dropped on the ground. "Sorry about that (Y/n), I didn't look where I was going and I ended up-"

"It's cool Chris," You forgave him right away, as you dusted yourself off and then proceeded to help him pick up all of the paperwork. "I'm still in one piece, aren't I?"

"Definitely."

"Aren't you smooth with the ladies Christoper," The woman at the desk remarked, as she gazed down at the both of us on the ground. Chris glared at the woman momentarily, before directing his gaze back at you and standing up with the stack of paperwork in hand.

"Hey Chris, would you by chance know where the S.T.A.R.S. office located?" You asked him as you stood back up—handed him the rest of paperwork you picked up for him.

"I sure do (Y/n)," He answered. "It's along the way to where I'm heading to drop off all of this paperwork. If you follow me then Miss (L/n), I'll show where the office is located in the building." The two of you began making your way to the S.T.A.R.S. office.

***

While walking through the seemingly massive labyrinth of hallways, you started up a conversation with Chris. Telling him the reason why you're here at the police station. Which surprised him quite a bit at first. When you found that he works for S.T.A.R.S. along with Jill on Alpha team, you were mildly shocked as well.

"Looks like we're each more often here (Y/n)," Chris grinned, as the two of you reached the S.T.A.R.S. office.

"That's only if I do end up getting the job Chris," You pointed out.

"Anyway (Y/n), I wish you the best of luck with your interview. See ya later." Chris quickly kissed your cheek, right before running off and disappearing from your view within seconds.

It all happened so fast before your eyes. So quick that it didn't take you very long to register what just happened. You were just conversing with the handsome dark haired brunette a minute ago, and out of nowhere Christopher pecked your cheek with a simple kiss. Now, he's gone.

You lifted your hand—feeling the area where Chris's lips had touched your (s/c) skin. You smiled to yourself as you opened the door, entering inside the S.T.A.R.S. office, feeling more ready than ever for your interview.