a voice pulls her away from her tea. she lifts her gaze, shifting it to the equally stunning woman who approaches.

easily, she smiles, standing to greet penelope.

"the pleasure is all mine, penelope. and please! ana is fine."

she gestures to their seats.

"would you like anything to eat? drink?"

she's already gesturing for a waiter.

PENELOPE LIVY

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ana always follows through on her promises. this time, her promise takes her to the outskirts of petalburg woods, to a little cottage named fiorelli floristry.

aptly named, considering how beautiful the cottage looks.

it doesn't take her long until she's crossing the threshold and stepping into territories soon to be familiar, she's sure.

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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despite having arranged devon corp hq as their place of meeting, ana sends a last minute text to change locations to something a bit more comfortable.

in a similar bistro to the one she had taken GABRIEL BLACK, ana sits by a table that overlooks the busy streets of rustboro. she sips at her tea, waiting for her guest to arrive.

PENELOPE LIVY

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the resort, which should come to no one's surprise, is modern, grand, and private. even the pool seems empty apart from the two souls present. just summer and ana — the way she prefers it, perhaps.

"i'm glad you approve."

she leads them over to the poolside bar before waving down the bartender.

"what's your poison?"

Summer Atreides

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benicio's enthusiasm? passion? faith? whatever it is, it's loud and bright and quite lovely. ana does her best to return the same with her smile as she shakes his hand.

"hello, ben. i'm ana."

she sits just as her rotom buzzes around her head.

"that's a cute spritzee. do they have a name?"

@benicio

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she leans just enough for the strap of her top to slip down her shoulder. she props her chin on the palm of her hand, gaze never quite leaving him.

"and yourself?"

FERNANDO SILPH

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"the problem is finding them, i suppose. stay too high and it's easy to miss those on the ground."

those like Adrian Malcolm — aspiring musician not wanting to get strangled by corporations.

she leans forward more.

"but i'm not only here on business, you know."

FERNANDO SILPH

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"i'll see you later, then."

with a smile, she accepts the napkin, briefly peering down at the number scribbled on it.

"don't keep me waiting too long, cyg."

ana fell

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"it certainly can be. much more than hoenn, i find. but i may be a little biased."

despite being born here in rustboro.

not wanting to be rude to the others, ana follows down the stairs, keen on continuing their conversation.

"oh! hi there, lavender. this is rotomone."

she offers a small wave to the ghost-type. rotom, however, offers much more than that. it zips and bumps right into the misdreavus.

"a florist...do you own your own shop, then?"

Elisabeth Fiorelli
mission!

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"ana, fernando."

the correction comes casually, playfully as she sits down. she glances off to the side as well, to the small digital clock on the wall.

"it's a great way to network. i've already met a few interesting people."

she picks off glasses of champagne and places one in front of him.

"don't worry. you're at the top of the list."

FERNANDO SILPH

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"only a little?"

her teasing chuckle is meant in jest. ana's already reaching for two more glasses by the time cyg finishes hers.

"you mean. fuck."

again, adorable.

"i have a few more rounds to get through. but maybe after this event is over, cyg?"

ana fell

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