Professor Sycamore pushed through the doors of the Lab, still clutching the note in his hand. He tried to hide it as he waved hello to Sophie, his assistant. "What've you got there?" She asked, noticing the note. "It's... Um, private..." He replied. The assistant snatched it from his hand, and started reading it, raising it with her arm so he couldn't reach. (A/N): They act so childish because, in my headcannon, they were childhood friends. She read the note, smirking and handing it back to him. "Heheh, looks like you got a little date goin' on." she teased. Winking, she said "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me...".

Annoyed, he immediately walked into the elevator, and pressed the button to the 3rd floor, to his office. He plopped down into his chair, pulled out his laptop, and began to work.

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Crossing his legs on the table, the Professor enjoyed a cup of coffee he made for himself. He pulled the note out of the drawer it was in, staring at it. 'I wonder if I should go...' he thought to himself. He then looked at the clock '5:00 p.m.' He looked at the note once again, that said to meet her there at 4:30 p.m. He took another sip of the coffee before he suddenly realised how late he was. He quickly got up from his chair, fell over, and spilled his drink on himself. "Oh, come on!" he said in his mind.

After getting ready, and grabbing an umbrella for the light drizzle, he charged out of the elevator, making Sophie trip over. He hastily turned over and said "Sorry!" before rushing out of the doors, glad Café Soleil was so nearby.

He went through the doors of the Café to find that same girl, sitting at a table on the far right of it. He wasn't able to see her very well earlier this morning, since the incident happened so quickly. She was fairly short, her height only reaching up to his chest. 'Explains why she hit me right there...' he thought. She had long, black hair, tied up into pigtails, which gave way to a dark pink, felt hat on her head. She wore a blazer, the same colour as her hair, a light pink skirt hanging just above her knees, which had long socks on them.

"Hello!" he said, sitting down across from her. "H-hi..." she replied with a quiet voice, blushing slightly. "Hold on, are you, blushing?" Said the Professor, in a slightly surprised tone. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just don't make it more awkward than it already is." She retorted, looking away, a hint of hostility in her voice. "So..." started the Professor, "what's your name?". "Oh! It's Dusty." (A/N): Sorry, I'm bad at naming things. "I already know who you are.". He was very shocked, until he remembered that he was a world famous, Pokemon Researcher. "Dusty... How do you feel about Pokémon?" He asked. "I think they're wonderful! Not to mention interesting. How they fight, how they work together, how well some cooperate and communicate with humans, everything about them is just so... So amazing! We know so much about them, yet, so little... This is why I study Pokémon so closely. Why I look up to Pokemon Researchers, like you, who work every day to learn what secrets we still have yet to discover.". He appreciated the wonder that flashed in her eyes, the happiness in her voice, as she spoke. a feeling that he knows all too well.

"Umm, Professor..?" Dusty said, concerned about how long he just stared at her like she was a Doduo with 1 head. "Are you okay...?" he suddenly snapped out of his daze, still very much amazed at what she said. "Uhm, yeah, yeah, I'm fine" he said, shaking his head. "O-kay than..." Stuttered Dusty, very creeped out. The night went on, and they talked like two Chatot that took too much energy powder from the herb shop on Vernal Avenue. "So, you beat the Elite 4, how many times?" Said the Professor, about to burst out in laughter. "I beat it seven times! The seventh was just this morning!" They both started a laughing fit, not being able to breathe for 2 whole minutes, since they were laughing so hard.

Right after another fit of laughter, it felt like no time had passed at all. Professor Sycamore glanced at his wristwatch, the time reading '9:30 PM' "It's so late... Your parents must be worried about you by now." he said in a concerned voice. Dusty said in a happy voice "Oh, I'm sure they're okay with it." "But, why aren't they the least bit concerned?". "Because... I d-" that was all he could understand, she was mumbling. "What did you say..?" he said. "It's because," she said in a louder voice than usual. "I don't have parents.". "W-what..?" he said. "You heard me right." she replied in a low, almost grumbling voice that gave him chills.

They sat in silence for a few moments, breaking eye contact, until Professor Sycamore ended it. "Y'know, we need a few helping hands at the lab, and you seem to know so much about Pokémon for your age..." He suddenly got up from his seat, holding a hand out to her, as if inviting her on his journey to learn about Pokémon. Would you like to join my crew?". She got up as well, taking his hand and shaking it, as if accepting. "Sure! Didn't you hear me ramble back there?" she used all her will power not to hug him right there on the spot.

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fACEDeSK. THIS IS THE MOST CLICHE PIECE OF TAUROS CRAP EVER WRITTEN. BUT I'LL STILL CONTINUE IT. I'M SO SORRY.

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