As she walked towards the exit of her favorite coffee shop, she glanced down at her cup. You're beautiful was written in place of her name, a phone number scrawled below. She glanced back and met the eyes of the shaggy-haired barista. He looked away, ashamed to have been caught staring at her. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

She turned back toward the exit, using the palm of her hand to conceal the message written on her coffee cup. Once she stepped outside, Brock and Ash waved to her from the table they had found.

"So what'd you order?" Ash asked.

"Double Chocolate Chip Frappuccino."

"Can I try some?"

"N-Hey, that's mine!" Before she could answer him, he reached forward, snatching the drink out of her hands. He took a sip and she grumbled in irritation. "Mmm...That's really good!"

"I'm glad you like it," Misty deadpanned. "Next time get your own."

As he moved to return the drink, Ash suddenly paused, a frown forming on his face as he tilted his head to the side. "Why is there a phone number written on your cup?"

"There's what!?" Brock's head whipped around so fast, Misty swore he experienced whiplash.

Suddenly, Ash's eyes widened in understanding. He turned back to look in the coffee shop and Misty watched him scan the inside. His face completely changed as he made eye contact with the barista, narrowing his eyes as he glared back. Grabbing Misty's hand, he proceeded to yank her forward and drag her far from the coffee shop.

"Wait! I-My drink!"

"You don't need it."