Post by FERNANDO ELIARD SILPH on Jan 7, 2019 10:18:41 GMT
|oldale is no more then a short walk from littleroot town. it doesn't take them long to get there after bluebell washes her piplup clean of the dirt from their earlier bout. in that time, fernando's had his chance to deal with his personal matters. a few phone calls, several text, and he's good to go for the evening. although he had been adverse to the idea of having league appointed secretaries, their vast numbers had been essential to juggling his work load. their help alone is what affords him encounters like these, chances to wander solo without being anchored to a computer or desk.|
he promised to meet her up at the same restaurant Francie Myrtle had treated him to. lo and behold, he's there early. without explicitly giving bluebell his contact info, he relies on coincidence to bring them together. there's no way he's giving a stranger his contact info but at the same time he has no qualms with treating her to the dinner he promised. instead of being seated and waiting at his table, he stays near the front, addressing to the hostess that he rather wait for his companion more then anything else.