Pokémon: Starry-Eyed at Café Ketchum

by SukiTheBrave

Summary:

He runs a café. She’s an aspiring actress. Together, they’ll rediscover a bond neither expected.

Ash Ketchum finds joy in his café—a cozy hideaway filled with warmth, community, and the quiet companionship of his Pikachu. Life is simple, and he likes it that way. But when Serena, a rising star with dreams of the spotlight, steps through his door, she stirs memories Ash can’t quite place.

For Serena, Café Ketchum holds a special pull: the barista is none other than her first love, the boy who once believed in her dreams. Yet to her surprise, Ash doesn’t remember. Drawn by a feeling she can’t ignore, Serena begins visiting the café, hoping to reconnect with the boy who was so important to her.

As they share quiet moments and memories, Serena’s growing fame threatens to pull her away, and Ash wonders if he’s truly enough for the girl with stars in her eyes.

Starry-Eyed at Café Ketchum is a story of rediscovery, unspoken dreams, and the gentle magic of a second chance.

Coffee Shop AU

Chapter 1: A Warm Welcome at Café Ketchum

Notes:

Welcome to the Coffee Shop AU for Pokemon Amourshipping!! I hope you enjoy!

The quiet hum of the coffee machine and the faint smell of roasted beans filled the small café as the morning sun cast its first rays through the windows. Café Ketchum was nestled in the corner of a quiet street, a warm, inviting refuge from the bustling city just beyond. 

 

Ash Ketchum stepped out from behind the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. He adjusted the “Closed” sign, turning it to “Open” with a flourish. The café was still quiet - just the low hum of the expresso machine and soft rustle of papers on the counter as the morning breeze carried through the windows. Pikachu, perched on his favorite cushion, flicked his tail and gave a happy squeak, as if urging Ash to get to work.

 

Ash chuckled, setting the cup down on the counter. “Alright, alright. I’m coming.”

 

He wiped his hands on the cloth hanging from his apron and began rearranging the pastries in the display case. The routine of opening the café felt like second nature to him now. He never expected to find this kind of peace after moving out from his mother’s house back in Pallet Town, but he had found something else: purpose.

 

And a lot of caffeine.

 

With the usual morning preparations complete, Ash took a deep breath, enjoying the familiar scent of roasted coffee beans which lingered in the air. He stepped out of the café to open the front doors, eager to greet the quiet, cool morning.

 

The street outside was still calm, bathed in the soft glow of early sunlight. The breeze felt refreshing against his skin as he twirled the café keys around his finger. Just as he was about to turn around, a familiar voice called out to him. 

 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Ash Ketchum!”

 

Ash turned to see Officer Jenny walking toward him, her Growlithe trotting proudly at her side. She was dressed in her usual uniform, her badge gleaming in the morning light. Growlithe’s tail wagged energetically, and it paddled up to Ash with a happy bark, clearly excited to see him. 

 

“Hey, Officer Jenny!” Ash waved, a grin spreading across his face. “Morning! How’s everything going?”

 

Jenny gave a relaxed smile, adjusting her cap as she slowed to a stop beside him. “Same old, same old. The city’s quiet today, so I thought I’d take Growlithe out for an early morning walk before things get hectic. How’s the café? Still keeping you busy?”

 

“You know it,” Ash replied with a chuckle, gesturing to his café behind them. “But its worth it. I love this place. The mornings are my favorite.”

 

Jenny raised an eyebrow playfully. “You and that café. I swear, you’re more married to it than some people are to their jobs. And I know several doctors!”

 

Ash shrugged, still grinning. “Well, someone’s gotta keep the coffee flowing, right?”

 

Growlithe trotted over to Ash, nudging his leg affectionately with its nose. Ash chuckled, bending over to scratch the loyal Pokémon behind the ears. “Hey there, buddy. How’s life on the beat?”

 

Growlithe barked happily and sat down on the sidewalk, as if content to watch the café open up for the day. 

 

“Always a good partner,” Jenny said with a smile, glancing down at her Pokémon. “But he’s a little spoiled by the attention you give him, huh?”

 

“Well, who wouldn’t spoil a Pokémon as awesome as Growlithe?” Ash teased, giving Growlithe a final pat before standing back up.

 

Jenny laughed. “I mean it, y’know. Growlithe is never this friendly with people, trainers or not, but here he is being this snuggly with you. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you were some master Pokémon trainer.”

 

“Well… Its kind of hard to explain. I guess I’ve always just been good with Pokémon in general?”

 

Jenny smiled and adjusted her uniform. “I should get going soon - duty calls and all that. But I’ll swing by later for a coffee, if I get the chance. You know where to find me.”

 

“I’ll be here!” Ash said with a grin, already looking forward to their next chat. “You take care out there, Jenny.”

 

With a final wave, Officer Jenny and Growlith continued their walk down the street. Ash stood in the doorway of his café for a moment longer, watching them disappear around the corner. There was something comforting about these little moments - familiar faces in a familiar place. It made him feel like he was exactly where he needed to be. 

 

After an inhale of the fresh morning air, Ash stepped back inside and closed the door, the soft chime ringing as it clicked shut behind him. He took a moment to glance around the café once more, giving the place a satisfied smile. Eventually, the morning foot traffic began to drift in.

 

Café Ketchum was officially open.

 

---

 

The morning started like any other.

 

As the clock ticked past eight, regulars filtered in one-by-one, some grabbing their coffee to go, others settling down at the small, cozy tables scattered around the café. Ash greeted each one by name, sharing small talk and the occasional joke, often punctuated by Pikachu’s friendly “Pika!” from behind the counter. 

 

It wasn’t any secret to Ash that many people considered the café a second home; it was exactly what Ash intended when he opened it. Whenever he brewed coffee, he was careful in ensuring that it not only woke people up, but brought a little warmth into their lives. 

 

A couple hours had passed, and the usual morning rush began to slow. Ash was wiping down the counter when the bell above the door chimed, signaling a new customer. He glanced up, his easygoing smile ready, and found himself facing a girl he’d never seen before.

 

He had to take in a deep breath. She was pretty. She was very pretty. 

 

She stood hesitantly in the doorway, her eyes sweeping over the café, taking in the rustic charm of the exposed brick walls and the soft, golden lighting. She looked a little out of place, dressed in a soft pink scarf and a stylish beret that framed her long honey - blonde hair. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity, and something else which Ash couldn’t quite place.

 

Ash blinked, something tugging at his memory, but he brushed it off. “Welcome to Café Ketchum!” He greeted warmly. “Can I get you something to drink?”

 

The girl seemed to snap out of her reverie, her cheeks flushing faintly as she walked up to the counter. “Hi! Yes, um… what do you recommend?”

 

“Well,” Ash replied, folding his arms as he considered. “If you’re in the mood for something warm and sweet, our Machamp Mocha is pretty popular.”

 

“Machamp Mocha.” The girl repeated with a giggle. “What, does the drink come with steroids?”

 

Ash put on a conspiratorial look. “That’s only on our secret menu.”

 

She laughed a little harder, wiping her eyes as tears formed. “Thank you for that. Anything else?”

 

Ash shrugged, and pointed at the menu. “If you want something a little more classic, I make a mean cappuccino.”

 

She smiled brightly, her gaze flicking to Pikachu, who was watching her intently from his spot. “I’ll go with the mocha,” she said, leaning on the counter a little as she spoke. “And… this place is really cute. I didn’t know it was here.” 

 

“We like to keep it a little hidden,” Ash replied with a grin as he started making her drink. “But it’s always nice to see a new face. Are you from around here?”

 

She hesitated, twirling a strand of her hair as she watched him work. “Sort of. I mean, I live in the city, but I’m… I’m still figuring things out.” She laughed a little, tucking her hair behind her ear. “It’s nice to find a place like this. It reminds me of… simpler times.” 

 

Ash nodded, adding a swirl of whipped cream to her mocha before setting it on the counter in front of her. “Well, you’re welcome to come by anytime. I like to think of this place as an escape from the real world. You know, somewhere people can just… be themselves.”

 

She looked down at the drink, her fingers brushing the warm ceramic. “Thank you. I… I think I might take you up on that.”

 

As she lifted the mug to her lips, Ash watched her with a curious sense of familiarity. Something about her seemed so… nostalgic, but for the life of him, he could not place it. 

 

She caught him staring and laughed softly, cheeks flushing slightly. “Sorry,” she said, wiping the small amount of whipped cream from the corner of her lips. “I must look a little out of place. I’m not really a regular coffee shop person.”

 

Ash chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone’s got their first time, right? We get all kinds of people here.” 

 

She smiled, looking down at her drink again as if gathering her thoughts. “Yeah… it’s just, uh, I haven’t had much time to relax lately.”

 

“Well, that’s the whole point of this place,” Ash said, looking around as he wiped his hands on his cloth. “To give people a little break from the chaos. Take your time here.”

 

For a moment, she didn’t respond, but Ash caught a glimpse of a wistful look in her eyes, as if his words had struck a chord. She sighed softly, then glanced up, offering him a small, grateful smile.

 

“Maybe I will. It's been a hectic week.”

 

Ash gave her a knowing smile, figuring that was probably true for a lot of people. “You’re not alone, you know. A lot of people take refuge here. You see that dude over there?” He pointed over to a man sleeping in a chair.

 

The girl’s gaze followed his finger, landing on the sleeping man. He was dressed formally, his neat green hair contrasting heavily with the drool forming at the corner of his mouth. “Him? What about him?”

 

Ash grinned proudly. “You wouldn’t believe it, but he actually runs a 5 star restaurant with his brothers. Whenever things get stressful, he comes here.”

 

She mouthed a wow, then turned back to Ash. There was a quiet pause, and for a second, Ash allowed himself to get lost in the noise. The soft jazz playing in the background, the gentle clinks of a spoon in a mug here and there, the quiet hum of the espresso machine. It truly was peaceful here.

 

He nearly jumped as the girl broke the silence, her voice a little quieter now.

 

“I’m Serena, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand.

 

Ash took it, surprised by the warmth in her touch. “Ash Ketchum. Nice to meet you, Serena!”

 

“Nice to meet you too,” she replied with a smile. “I’ve… seen this place before, actually, but never really stopped in. It’s really lovely.”

 

“Well, I’m glad you like it.” Ash hesitated for a moment, then added, “If you ever need a place to unwind, we’ve got plenty of spots for you to relax. I’m here most days.”

 

Serena’s eyes softened as she studied him, her gaze lingering just a little longer than most. Ash, still unsure of why he kept feeling these pangs of familiarity, just smiled back.

 

She whispered quietly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

 

As she took another sip of her mocha, Pikachu, who had been watching the entire exchange from behind the counter, made a small squeak. He hopped off his cushion and bounded over to her position on the counter, startling her a little as he gently nudged her hand with his tiny nose. Serena laughed softly, her eyes lighting up in a way that seemed to melt the quiet tension between them.

 

“Well, someone’s friendly,” she said, offering Pikachu a scratch behind his ears. “You’re adorable.”

 

Pikachu chattered happily, clearly pleased with the attention. Ash watched the interaction with a small smile growing on his face. It wasn’t often Pikachu so openly trusted someone, let alone allow them to touch it. He still remembered the shocks he had received after first hugging the mouse back at Pallet.

 

“Y’know, Pikachu here’s the real star of the place.” Ash said. “He’s the one who makes all the customers smile.”

 

Serena cast him a smile. “Oh, I’m sure Pikachu helps. But you, Ash, you were the one who got me smiling again today.”

 

Ash rubbed his nose, unaware of what to do with the praise. “Oh- erm… Thank you?” He stammered, flustered.

 

Serena giggled again, and looked at the mouse. Her voice softened. “You two are lucky to have each other. You clearly value each other so much…” 

 

Ash’s smile faltered a bit, though he didn’t quite know why. There was something in Serena’s tone that hinted at more than just a casual observation. It almost sounded like she was speaking from experience. But before he could think too hard about it, Serena stood up, her empty mug in hand.

 

“Well, I should get going,” she said, her voice returning to a more cheerful note. “I have some things to take care of. But I’ll definitely be back.”

 

Ash nodded, stepping around the counter to give her a proper send off. As she turned to leave, Ash called out. “Serena?”

 

Serena turned, looking over her shoulder. “Yeah?”

 

Ash grinned. “We have karaoke night every Friday. There’s always a good amount of people.”

 

Serena’s face brightened, and she shot him a shining smile. “Thank you!” 

 

Ash stood there for a moment, watching her leave, a small frown tugging at his brow. That feeling of nostalgia still lingered in the back of his mind, but he still couldn’t clearly recall.

 

Pikachu, sensing his trainer’s unease, stepped up to Ash and tugged at his jeans with a small “Pika - Pi!” as if trying to reassure him. Ash knelt down, rubbing the electric rodent’s ears affectionately.

 

“I guess she was a little different than most customers, huh?” Ash muttered, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. 

 

For some reason, Serena felt… important, as if their paths had crossed before in a way he couldn’t quite understand.

 

---

 

Serena walked down the bustling street, her thoughts clouded and tangled, each vying for her attention. There was so much that needed her focus, but one thought stood out above all others, ringing in her mind with clarity.

 

She had just met Ash Ketchum. That thought alone was enough to put a spring in her steps.

 

She’d known he was there, of course. When May had visited the small coffee shop and saw the barista looking exactly like the boy Serena had described countless times over their friendship, along with the name “Café Ketchum”, she couldn’t wait to tell her. Serena had seen the café herself, passing through the neighborhood, though she’d always tell herself she’d approach when she was ready.

 

But actually seeing him again brought a rush of feelings that she wasn’t quite sure she could handle. 

 

It had been years - at the least a decade - since they’d last seen each other. They were only children back then, and he’d shown no sign of remembering her.

 

Still, a small smile tugged at her lips as she walked, her heart light for the first time in what felt like forever. There was something about Ash - the way he carried himself, the kindness he exuded without trying - that made her feel like she was truly in the right place.

 

Her phone buzzed, breaking her thoughts. She glanced at the small Rotom device, her expression shifting to one of seriousness.

 

A message from her agent, Palermo.

 

Palermo

Serena - just a reminder. Your audition starts in 1 hour. Remember, you’ve prepared well. This is your big shot!

 

Serena smiled, though a hint of worry flickered across her face. Palermo believed in her, but so far, her accomplishments hadn’t extended much beyond a few small commercials. 

 

She cast her mind back to what Palermo had told her when she had first signed with her.

 

“I see potential in you, Serena - potential unlike anyone else’s. When you truly care about a performance, even Aria can’t match your shine. I’ll make you a star yet.”

 

”Do you trust me?”

 

And she did. She really, really did. Palermo was the first person who truly believed in her, who saw something exceptional and told her she could achieve her dreams. She couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing the woman who had become so much more than a mentor.

 

Or perhaps, Serena thought with a little smile, the second person who had believed in her. After all, she’d met someone a long time ago who’d told her she could do anything. Someone she thought about more often than she cared to admit.

 

A giddy smile returned to her face. She couldn’t quite explain it, but Serena was sure of one thing: she’d be back. And it certainly wouldn’t be for the coffee.

 

Though, she did have to admit, he did make a stellar Machop Mocha.

Notes:

Hello! My name is SukiTheBrave!

Always loved these two cuties, and I can’t wait to continue this story. Please let me know what you thought!

And if you’ll allow, I would love to take you on a journey with these two lovebirds that promises to be nothing short of fluffy and cozy, with small doses of angst for the peckish bunch 😁

See you next time!

Chapter 2: Steamed Dreams at Café Ketchum

“You know, Ash,” said Mr. Palmer, an elderly man and a café regular. His thick glasses reflected the sunlight as he took a small sip of his cappuccino, the foam leaving a small mustache on his upper lip. His voice was warm and full of mischief. “I think I’ve finally figured out the secret to your coffee.”

 

Ash, washing a mug behind the counter, raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? What’s the secret?”

 

Mr. Palmer leaned in, his eyes twinkling. “It’s magic, my dear boy.”

 

The young barista chuckled, his hands moving automatically as he polished the ceramic mug. “Magic, huh? I thought I was the one making coffee. You sure it’s not caffeine?”

 

“Ah, it’s the magic of your touch,” Mr. Palmer said, tapping his temple with a knowing look. “It’s what makes this place special. There’s love in that cup, m’boy. I’m not sure what you’re putting in that cup, but it’s not just coffee beans.”

 

Ash shrugged, trying to hide the pleased smile tugging at his lips. “Well, I guess it’s just the right combination of the beans, the brewing time, and maybe a little bit of me.”

 

Mr. Palmer chuckled. “Ah, there it is again. That modesty. But you know, if you really wanted to take this place to the next level, you’d start charging for those smiles of yours. They’re worth more than the coffee itself.”

 

Ash’s face flushed slightly, but he kept his smile in place. “I’ll leave the pricing to the drinks, Mr. Palmer. That’s my specialty.”

 

The older man winked, clearly pleased by Ash’s easygoing nature. “I’ll leave you to your magic, then.”

 

As Mr. Palmer settled into his usual spot by the window, his cappuccino warming his hands, Ash turned his attention back to the café. It was still early enough that the streets outside hadn’t yet begun to bustle with the usual crowd, but the steady hum of conversation inside the café had already started to pick up. The morning rush had passed, and now it was time for regulars, like Mr. Palmer, to relax and take their time.

 

Ash continued to wipe down the counter for what felt like the hundredth time, but he didn’t mind. Somehow, the routine felt meditative - along with the usual rhythm of customer chatter ebbing and flowing around him. Every so often, he would glance up at the door. The bell above it gave its usual chime whenever a new customer entered or left. There was a small part of Ash’s mind, a part he couldn’t quite explain, that wondered if she would come back today.

 

Serena.

 

Ash had caught himself thinking about her more often than he would admit, and it was starting to feel like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch. It wasn’t like him to linger on customers the way he had with her. There were plenty of regulars who came and went, people who would pop in for a drink, a quick chat, and then leave without so much as a second thought. But Serena… 

 

Well, she was different.

 

Why?

 

He let the question hang there, unanswered, as his hands moved to clean another mug, almost absentmindedly. There was no reason for him to think about her, no reason for her smile to linger in his mind when there were dozens of faces he saw every day. She was just another person who’d walked through the door, right?

 

So what was missing?

 

His mind drifted back to that brief conversation they’d had. The way she had looked at him - like she was trying to find something she couldn’t quite explain. The way she had smiled, almost wistfully, before leaving. Ash had offered her the usual hospitality, but even something about the way she had received it had felt different. As though she wasn’t just here for a drink. As though she was here for something else.

 

But what?

 

He glanced up at the door again, his fingers still gripping the handle of the mug. The quiet chime echoed in the air, but the person who entered was just another regular - a suited man who took his usual seat by the window. Ash nodded to him, a routine greeting, but his thoughts were still miles away.

 

Maybe she’ll come back tomorrow.

 

He told himself this, but the thought didn’t sit quite right. It wasn’t just about the mocha. It wasn’t just about her enjoying the café. He had seen her leave, but somehow, it felt unfinished. Like there was something else there - something unsaid.

 

Why am I even thinking about this?

 

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake the feeling off. He had a café to run, customers to serve. He didn’t have time to indulge in thoughts about a girl he barely knew, especially when he wasn’t sure why he was thinking about her in the first place.

 

Ash turned his attention back to the counter, focusing on the task at hand. But even as he poured a fresh batch of espresso and began preparing the next order, part of him couldn’t help but glance back at the door. 

 

Just in case.

 

---

 

“I’m sorry, can you… can you say that again?” Serena’s voice was just barely above a whisper, as she sunk into the couch in her apartment. 

 

Palermo let out an exasperated sigh on the other end of the line. “Serena, this is the sixth time you’ve asked me to repeat myself. Do I need to shout it at you now?” She paused, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. “You’ve got the second audition. They want to see you again. You made it past the first round. This is your shot!”

 

Serena blinked, her pulse racing. Her head swam with disbelief. The words felt like they were being said too fast for her to fully absorb. “Wait, no - really? You’re serious?”

 

“Do I sound like I’m joking?” Palermo snapped back, though it was clear from her tone that she was trying to keep things light. “Of course, I’m serious! You’re one of the final picks! This is it, Serena. This is what we’ve been working for.”

 

Serena took a shaky breath, her stomach fluttering as the gravity of the moment began to sink in. A second audition. A real second chance.

 

“But… how?” she said, suddenly overcome with questions. “How did I make it through? How did I-”

 

“Sweetheart,” Palermo interrupted, her voice now a little softer but still brimming with pride. “You made it through because you have what it takes. You’ve been preparing for this your whole life. It’s not just a fluke. The casting director saw your potential, and they want to see more. Do you really think they give second auditions to just anybody?”

 

Serena’s mind raced, images of the audition room, the director’s face, flashing through her thoughts. She pressed her hand to her forehead, trying to focus. “I don’t know what to say… I-I didn’t expect this. I didn’t think-”

 

“Stop overthinking,” Palermo said sharply. “You’ve got this. I’ve been telling you this for months now. I believe in you. We’ve been preparing, Serena. You know what to do. This isn’t a fluke.”

 

A laugh bubbled up in Serena’s throat, though it was tinged with nervousness. “I guess I’m still a little in shock.”

 

Palermo softened. “It’s understandable. I would be too. But don’t let that shake you. You’ve worked hard for this, and now’s the time to prove it. You’ve got Monday afternoon, so get your head on straight. Rest up, keep practicing, and make sure you’re feeling your best. You’ve got this, darling.”

 

“I will,” Serena murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves. “I’m… I’m going to do my best. I promise.”

 

“Good,” Palermo said with finality, but there was a touch of warmth in her voice now. “I’ll see you there. And don’t forget - I’m rooting for you.”

 

The line went silent for a moment as Serena processed the words, her pulse thumping in her ears. Then, just as quickly, Palermo’s voice returned, teasing. “And seriously stop asking me to repeat myself, okay? My patience is not infinite.”

 

Serena chuckled, her nerves loosening just a little. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. I’m just… I’m just so excited.”

 

“I get it. But focus on the real work now, alright? We’re not done yet.”

 

“I know. I won’t let you down.”

 

Palermo’s voice softened again, a note of genuine affection in her words. “I know you won’t. Talk soon, Serena. And I mean it - don’t forget to take a breather.”

 

The call ended, and Serena stood there for a long moment, the phone still pressed against her ear. She let out a slow breath, as if trying to ground herself.

 

Her heart was still racing. A second audition. She could hardly believe it.

 

She looked at the phone in her hand, the screen glowing faintly in the daylight. A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. She couldn’t keep this to herself. Not now. Not after everything.

 

She pulled her phone from her pocket again, scrolling quickly to May’s name. May would understand how much this meant. She would be just as excited, right?

 

Serena pressed the dial button with shaky fingers, her breath hitching as the phone rang. 

 

One ring. Two. Three.

 

Come on, pick up.

 

The line clicked to voicemail.

 

“Hey, this is May. I’m probably on set right now, so leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!”

 

Serena’s stomach sank a little. She tried to swallow the disappointment, but it didn’t sit well. She had known May’s career had taken off in a big way, but there was something about hearing the voicemail that made her feel... small.

 

For the first time in a long while, Serena felt the sting of envy.

 

May’s movie was huge. She had been talking about it for months - the kind of roles that Serena had dreamed of but never quite reached. May had the type of career Serena had always hoped for, and now... 

 

Now it felt like she was chasing May’s tail.

 

Serena bit her lip, staring at the screen. The envy quickly transformed into guilt. May had always been there for her, supporting her dreams, and here she was, getting caught up in her own feelings. It wasn’t May’s fault that things were moving so fast for her. May had worked for every opportunity she got. 

 

But the longer the phone stayed silent in her hand, the more Serena’s thoughts spiraled.

 

She sat down on the couch again, staring at the phone for a few seconds longer before a soft breath escaped her lips.

 

What was she doing?

 

She had her shot now. She needed to focus, to stay grounded.

 

The phone buzzed in her hand, pulling her from her thoughts. A text from Palermo.

 

Palermo

Keep your head in the game. The best is yet to come.

 

Serena smiled to herself, reading the words, then tucked the phone into her pocket. She wasn’t going to let anything distract her now.

 

But that didn’t stop the restlessness crawling under her skin. Maybe a little time out of the apartment would help clear her head.

 

The thought of the coffee shop, Ash’s café, flickered in her mind, warm and comforting, like a quiet escape.

 

She grabbed her jacket and slipped out the door, hoping that a few minutes of peace, maybe even a familiar face, would ease the nagging uncertainty gnawing at her.

 

---

 

Ash stared down the imposing expresso machine. “Alright buddy. It’s me and you.”

 

The expresso machine stayed appropriately silent. 

 

He exhaled, as if steeling himself for battle. He’d made a lot of lattes, a lot of cappuccinos, but this? This was the Everest of his barista career: the perfect espresso shot. He was going to nail it this time. He had to.

 

The machine hummed in anticipation, or at least that’s what Ash liked to tell himself as he adjusted the portafilter. His hands were steady - no shaking, no second thoughts. He’d learned the hard way that hesitation could lead to watery shots or, worse, the dreaded bitter-tasting disaster that made even the regulars raise an eyebrow. This had to be flawless.

 

"Alright," he muttered to himself, "we’ve been through this before. No surprises." He tapped the portafilter, feeling it lock into place with a satisfying click. "You’re going down today."

 

He pulled the lever.

 

The espresso machine gurgled in protest, a strange sputtering noise that sounded suspiciously like a wheeze. Ash's face fell. “No, no, not now. Come on, work with me here!”

 

The machine, still gurgling, did nothing to help his cause. The espresso dripped out slowly, a trickle rather than the smooth, velvety pour he was hoping for. Ash’s eyes widened. This was not how it was supposed to go.

 

"No," he groaned, looking down at the sad, watery espresso puddling into the cup. "You're better than this!"

 

He tried again, jamming the portafilter back in and pulling another shot with the force of a man on a mission. This time, the machine’s protest was even more dramatic - a loud hiss followed by a gurgle that sounded like it was clearing its throat before launching a small fountain of water up into the air, splashing onto Ash’s apron.

 

“Agh!” Ash wiped his face with the back of his hand. “Okay, okay, this is fine. It’s fine. No one panic.”

 

The café was quiet, save for the background hum of conversation and clinking cups, but Ash could feel the pressure. Pikachu, perched on the counter, was watching him intently, eyes narrowed in silent judgment. He could practically feel the tiny electric bolts of disapproval as the seconds ticked by, knowing that Pikachu was mentally calculating every moment it took for the espresso to drip - and silently judging him for each one.

 

“Great,” Ash muttered, surveying the mess before him. “The universe is testing me today.”

 

He took a deep breath, eyeing the machine with a mix of determination and slight panic. With exaggerated care, he made his third attempt, this time pulling the shot more slowly, deliberately. His eyes narrowed in concentration. He could feel the espresso’s resistance under his hands, could hear the rhythmic gurgle of the machine in his ears.

 

Then, slowly, the dark liquid began to trickle out in a perfect line, smooth and rich and dark as it filled the cup.

 

Ash let out a relieved sigh, watching the cream form on top like a crown reclaiming its throne. His chest puffed out in victory. “Yes! I knew you still had it in you,” he said to the machine, nodding in satisfaction.

 

Just as he was about to take his victory lap, the door chimed. Serena walked in.

 

Ash froze. The shot was perfect. The café was still, like it was waiting for him to screw something up.

 

Her eyes flicked to him, and a small, teasing smile crept onto her lips. “Expresso machine giving you trouble?”

 

Ash blinked, his pride momentarily squashed by the weight of her casual comment. “Uh, yeah,” he said, feeling inexplicably flustered. “You could say I’ve been having a little... disagreement with the machine.”

 

“Yeah? Looks like the machine won,” Serena said, gesturing to the water splash on his apron with an amused tilt of her head.

 

Ash glanced down at his stained apron. “Well, technically, I won in the end, but it was a close call.”

 

Serena raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Hmm, sure. If you say so."

 

He chuckled, wiping his hands on his apron with the air of a man who’d just survived a battle. “Don’t let the coffee fool you. It was touch-and-go for a minute there.”

 

She smiled, the warmth in her expression almost making him forget about the painful hours he’d spent practicing his espresso technique. “I’ll take your word for it.”

 

On the counter, Pikachu rolled his eyes, playfully smacking his partner’s arm with his tail. 

 

Ash grinned sheepishly. “So! Um… in for a drink? Just perfected the expresso!”

 

She giggled. “You know? I think I’ll pass on the expresso. Just a cappuccino today.”

 

Ash’s sigh of relief was nearly audible. He nodded, trying his best to hide how grateful he was. “You got it.” He turned to the milk, setting the cappuccino down for preparation.

 

As he poured the steamed milk into her drink, he couldn’t help but notice the quiet smile on her face as she watched him work. It wasn’t the same kid of smile most customers gave - a polite nod of approval or gratitude. No, this one was softer, almost contemplative, like she was trying to decide if she wanted to say something. 

 

Ash slid the cappuccino across the counter, its frothy top adorned with a simple heart-shaped latte art he’d been practicing lately. “Here you go! One cappuccino, made with… uh, slightly less drama than the expresso.”

 

Serena laughed, the sound light and genuine. Thanks, Ash. And hey, don’t be too hard on the expresso machine. It’s all part of the process, right?”

 

“Yeah, I guess,” Ash replied, scratching the back of his neck. “Guess every mistake’s just another chance to figure it out, huh?”

 

She nodded, taking a tentative sip of her drink. Her gaze drifted towards the window, where sunlight filtered through the glass, casting soft shadows across the café. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought. 

 

“You know,” she said finally, her voice soft but deliberate. “I think I know what you mean. About figuring things out. It’s like… even when things don’t go the way you want, you just have to keep trying. Sometimes it feels like you’re up against the world, but if you stop now, you might never get your big breakthrough.”

 

Ash blinked, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in her tone. “Breakthrough?” he echoed, tilting his head. “You mean, like, with work or something?”

 

Serena hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of her mug. “Yeah, something like that,” she said carefully. “I’ve been working on… well, let’s just say it’s something I’ve dreamed about for a long time. And sometimes it feels like I’m stuck, like I’m not getting anywhere. But someone told me once… that even the smallest steps can lead somewhere big. You know?”

 

Ash leaned on the counter, nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah, I get that. It’s like when Pikachu and I first met. We didn’t get along at all. He wouldn’t listen to anything I said. I honestly thought we’d never be a team.”

 

Serena raised an eyebrow. “Oh… What happened?”

 

 

Ash smiled, his eyes softening with the memory. “We learned to trust each other. It didn’t happen overnight, but we kept going. And once we did, it was like everything clicked. Now, we’re still figuring things out, but it’s all part of the journey.”

 

Serena smiled, her gaze warm. “And look where you are now. A master of the espresso machine.”

 

Ash laughed, shaking his head. “Let’s not get carried away.” He grew more serious, his tone firm. “But seriously, whatever it is you’re working on… don’t give up, not until it’s over. Even when it feels tough. Keep pushing, and it’ll pay off.”

 

Her heart leapt at his words, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the café. For a moment, she wondered if he understood just how much his encouragement meant to her.

 

“That’s good advice,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thanks, Ash.”

 

“I don’t know if it’s advice, really,” Ash replied with a shrug. “It’s just something I’ve learned. You’ve gotta keep at it, no matter how hard it feels!” He gave a quick fist pump, Pikachu letting out an excited “Pika!” in agreement.

 

Serena let out a small laugh, then tilted her head teasingly. “You should write that down in a notebook or something. Could come in handy someday.”

 

Ash’s mouth twitched in embarrassment. “Oh. You think?”

 

“For sure,” Serena said, standing up and grabbing her bag. “Anyway, I should get going. Thank you, Ash. For everything.”

 

Ash watched as she made her way to the door. “Anytime,” he said, his grin easy and genuine.

 

Just as she reached the doorway, Serena hesitated, glancing back at him. “See you tomorrow,” she said, her voice warm.

 

Ash blinked, surprised. He felt a flutter of something - excitement, maybe - stirring in his chest. “Yeah,” he replied quickly, his words almost tumbling out. “See you tomorrow!”

 

The door chimed softly as Serena stepped outside, leaving behind the faint scent of her perfume and a quiet, lingering energy. Ash stood still for a moment, the small, satisfied smile on his face widening. He turned back to the counter, resuming his work, pointedly ignoring the electric mouse smirking in his direction.

After all, he had tomorrow to prepare for.

Notes:

I love my cuties SO MUCHHHHH

Serena kind of needs a hug right now, but she’ll get one (eventually 😈)

I really hope you’ve enjoyed, I feel like these really help improve my writing and if you have any suggestions or reviews please leave a comment I love reading all of them!!! The support on the last chapter was unreal and made my whole month 💕💕💕
Love you all

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Chapter 3: An Audition at Café Ketchum - Part 1

Notes:

Ok - so originally I was going to post this chapter as one whole big one, but then I decided it would probably be better to post these as 2 parts. Smaller doses for this story are definately better, especially for a chapter like this

I HOPE YOU ENJOY ❤️❤️

Serena stood before her modest full-length mirror, tilting her head slightly as she studied her outfit. The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing her apartment in a golden glow. She ran her hands down the pleated skirt of her sleeveless red dress, smoothing out fabric that didn’t really need smoothing. The hem swished just above her knees, brushing against the tops of her black knee-high socks. Her ankle boots added just a bit of height, grounding her appearence, hopefulling without looking like she was trying too hard.

 

She tugged at the hem of her black vest, a habit more than a necessity, before turning slightly to check her profile. It wasn’t anything new - an outfit she’d worn a dozen times before. Comfortable, familiar, distinctly hers. But today, as she took in her reflection, it felt different. A little more deliberate, a little more significant.

 

Her gaze drifted to the pink hat resting neatly on her dresser. She picked it up and placed it atop her honey-blonde hair, tilting the brim slightly to one side. A small smile tugged at her lips. It wasn’t flashy, but it was enough.

 

“Not too formal… not too casual,” she murmured under her breath, remembering the advice May had given her for auditions. “Okay.”

 

The chime of her phone jolted her from her thoughts. She crossed the room, picking it up from the dresser where it had been resting beside her hairbrush. The screen lit up with a message from Palermo.

 

Palermo

Audition setting confirmed. New address attached below, come by 12:30. 12:00 is ideal. Try not to be late.

 

Serena’s brow furrowed as she opened the attachment. Her thumb hovered over the screen, scrolling to reveal the full address. The words registered slowly, sinking in like drops of ink spreading across a thin sheet of paper.

 

The still image of a small, cozy-looking coffee shop popped up next to the bolded text, with its unfairly handsome sole owner in the door, smiling warmly at his partner electric mouse on his shoulder.

 

Café Ketchum.

 

Her breath caught; her heart started thudding in her chest. She could feel her stomach start tightening as she continued to look at the screen.

 

Of all the places in the city - no, the world - it had to be there?

 

The same café she’d visited just the day before. The café where he worked.

 

She clutched the phone tighter, her thoughts scattering like fallen leaves.

 

She hadn’t told Ash.

 

Not about the auditions, not about her dream, not about any of it. It wasn’t because she didn’t trust him - of course she trusted him - but… she wasn’t ready.

 

The truth felt too fragile.

 

Too raw.

 

Acting wasn’t something she’d ever talked about casually, not even with him. She hadn’t even told her mother yet! What if he didn’t understand? What if he asked why she’d kept it a secret? What if he thought it was silly, or worse, started to dislike her?

 

Her chest tightened, her breaths shallow and uneven as the what-ifs piled up, each one heavier than the last.

 

I should’ve told him sooner.

 

She turned back to the mirror, gripping the edge of the dresser for support. Her reflection stared back at her, the polished image she’d spent the morning crafting - confident, composed, ready for anything.

 

But now? All she could see was the cracks forming beneath the surface.

 

Her fingers fumbled as she opened her call log, pressing Palermo’s name without thinking. The phone rang once, twice, and then her agent’s sharp voice cut through her spiraling thoughts.

 

“Palermo speaking.”

 

“Are you sure?” Serena blurted, her voice more panicked than she intended. “The address you sent - is it really Café Ketchum?”

 

“Yes, Serena. That’s correct,” Palermo replied, her tone clipped with impatience. “What’s the issue?”

 

“It’s just…” Serena faltered, gripping the dresser harder as she tried to steady her voice. “It’s a strange choice, isn’t it? A café? For an audition?”

 

“The venue was their decision,” Palermo said curtly. “It’s private, convenient, and fits the aesthetic they want. Serena, are you nervous about the audition or the location?”

 

“No, I’m fine,” Serena lied quickly, the words catching in her throat.

 

“Good,” Palermo said firmly, then her voice softened. “Then focus. You’ve worked hard to get here, and this is a solid opportunity. Don’t let the venue throw you off.”

 

The call ended with a sharp click, leaving Serena in the heavy silence of her apartment.

 

Her legs felt shaky as she sank onto the edge of her bed, the phone still clutched in her hand. She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her palms against her forehead as her thoughts raced.

 

Of course it wasn’t just the audition that scared her. Walking into that café, seeing Ash? What would it mean? To step into his world with hers exposed, with every unspoken dream suddenly out in the open? She didn’t want him to see the edges of his uncertainty, the parts of herself she hadn’t quite figured out.

 

Not yet.

 

Her breath hitched as she straightened, forcing herself to her feet. She caught her reflection again in the mirror, and for a moment, it didn’t look like her. But this was her choice, her dream. If she didn’t push through this, what was the point?

 

“Whatever it is you’re working on… don’t give up, not until it’s over.”

 

Yeah. Not until it’s over.

 

She straightened her hat, her hands trembling for a moment before stilling. Grabbing her bag, she moved with a quiet determination, every step a small act of courage. Whatever happened, she’d deal with it.

 

With one last shaky breath, she walked out the door, her nerves buzzing like a live wire.

 

---

 

Ash stood behind the counter, arms crossed as he watched a crew member wrestle with a light fixture near the front window. The café, usually humming with soft conversation and the comforting clink of coffee cups, was now overrun with cables, cameras, and people shouting instructions at each other.

 

The smell of hot metal and singed plastic replaced the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Ash flinched as a clumsy grip sent a chair tumbling to the floor with a crash, earning a sharp rebuke from a stressed-out assistant.

 

He sighed, leaning back against the counter. The café had never felt so cramped. He’d agreed to let them use the space because it sounded like a fun change of pace - and because the director was a friend of Misty’s - but now he wasn’t so sure.

 

“Hey, Ash,” Brock called, sitting at a counter stool with a tray of freshly baked pastries in front of him. He gestured at the chaos with a scone. “Quite the circus we’ve got going on here, huh?”

 

“Yeah,” Ash muttered, watching a microphone boom swing dangerously close to one of the light fixtures. “I didn’t think it’d be this… intense.”

 

“Welcome to showbiz,” Brock said with a knowing grin. “You’re lucky they didn’t bring in a catering truck and shut the whole place down.”

 

“Lucky,” Ash repeated, voice heavy with sarcasm. He rubbed at an invisible smudge on the counter, more to keep his hands busy than anything.

 

Before Brock could respond, Cilan appeared from the back, looking unfazed by the chaos. His bright demeanor cut through the tension like sunlight breaking through a stormy sky. “What lively energy!” he exclaimed, his green hair bouncing slightly as he walked toward them.

 

Ash glanced over, trying to keep his mood light. “Hey, Cilan. Enjoy your nap back there?”

 

Cilan offered a small smile but didn’t answer right away. Instead, he swept his gaze across the frenzied interior of the café, the film crew bustling about. “Wow... It’s not every day you get to host something like this. Aren’t you excited, Ash?”

 

“Excited?” Ash raised an eyebrow, dodging a crew member carrying an armful of coiled cables. “I guess. If they’d stop moving everything around for five minutes, maybe I’d feel better about it.”

 

Brock smirked, leaning closer. “What’s wrong? You look like Pikachu when the power’s out. Missing someone?”

 

Ash’s neck burned with sudden heat. “What? That’s not - Brock, cut it out!”

 

Cilan’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned forward like a detective ready to crack a case. “Oh? Missing someone, Ash? Now this sounds intriguing.”

 

Ash groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not a big deal, okay? She’s just been coming in to drink coffee and hang out. Like every other regular.”

 

“She?” Cilan asked, his eyebrows rising.

 

Before Ash could answer, Brock seized the opportunity, waving a pastry in his face. “You mean Serena? She’s been here almost every day this past week. Pretty hard not to notice.”

 

“Yeah, well, she’s not here today,” Ash said quickly, hoping to steer the conversation away.

 

“Why’s that?” Cilan asked, his tone casual but his eyes gleaming with interest.

 

Ash hesitated, the tips of his ears burning. He searched for an answer that wouldn’t give Brock more ammunition. “She… uh, she has a job interview or something.”

 

Cilan nodded thoughtfully. “A job interview? How exciting. I hope it goes well for her.”

 

“Yeah,” Ash mumbled, glancing toward the door out of habit. It felt strange not to see her walk in, her quiet presence filling a space he hadn’t realized existed until now.

 

Brock leaned closer, his grin wide and teasing. “You sure it’s just being polite, Ash? Because from here, it sounds like you’re keeping track of her schedule.”

 

Ash spun around, pretending to reorganize the coffee cups on the counter. “I’m not keeping track of anything!” he shot back, voice a little too loud.

 

“Of course not,” Brock said, his tone exaggeratedly innocent. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that you noticed she’s not here.”

 

Cilan chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “Well, it’s good to know she’s left such an impression on you, Ash. The café must feel a little emptier without her.”

 

Ash didn’t respond, focusing instead on straightening the cups into a precise row.

 

Outside, one of the crew’s assistants waved frantically as another light was dragged into place.

 

It was shaping up to be a long day.

 

---

 

Serena adjusted the strap of her bag as she stood on the sidewalk outside Café Ketchum, her thumb brushing nervously against the worn leather. The usual hum of the city seemed oddly muffled here, replaced by the clatter and chatter spilling out from behind the café’s front windows. People darted back and forth inside, adjusting light stands and hauling equipment, their movements brisk and efficient.

 

Her gaze drifted to the café’s sign hanging above the door, the familiar letters slightly faded but still charming.

 

This was it.

 

Her stomach tightened, though she couldn’t say if it was from the audition or the thought of Ash being just inside.

 

“Excuse me,” a voice snapped, slicing through her thoughts with sharp precision.

 

Serena blinked and turned toward the speaker, a girl about her age standing a few feet away. The girl’s short lavender hair brushed her jawline, perfectly even, impossibly straight, as if not a single strand dared to stray out of place. Her tailored outfit was sharp and stylish, like she’d stepped straight out of a high-end catalog.

 

She looked Serena up and down, her frosty blue eyes narrowing slightly, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

 

“Are you here for the audition too?” the girl asked, her tone clipped.

 

“Y-yeah,” Serena replied, trying not to let the girl’s demeanor rattle her.

 

“Figures,” the girl muttered, crossing her arms. “It’s always the same at these things. Everyone thinks they’re the next big thing.” Her gaze lingered on Serena’s outfit for a beat too long, the disapproval evident.

 

Serena bristled but managed to keep her expression neutral. “Well, I guess we’ll see.”

 

The girl arched an eyebrow as if Serena’s response amused her, but before she could reply, a cheerful voice interrupted.

 

“Oops! Sorry, am I late?”

 

A bubbly brunette practically skidded to a stop beside them, clutching a small stack of papers that she nearly dropped in the process. She was shorter than both Serena and the lavender-haired girl, her oversized sweater slipping slightly off one shoulder as she adjusted her bag with an awkward grin.

 

“Whoops!” The newcomer giggled, scrambling to straighten her papers. “Audition for the detective role, right? This is so exciting!” She beamed at Serena, her hazel eyes bright and friendly, completely ignoring the cold stare from the other girl.

 

“Uh, yeah,” Serena replied, the warmth in her voice returning almost instinctively.

 

“I’m Shauna, by the way!” the clumsy girl said brightly, extending a hand.

 

“Serena.” She shook Shauna’s hand, feeling a smile creep onto her face despite herself.

 

The lavender-haired girl sighed loudly, fluffing her hair with an exaggerated motion. “If you two are done playing introductions, maybe we can focus on what we’re actually here for.”

 

Shauna tilted her head, undettered. “Oh! What’s your name?”

 

“Miette,” the girl said, her voice cutting. “Not that it matters. I’m not here to socialize. I’m here to win.”

 

Serena’s jaw tightened, but she bit back a reply. Shauna, however, frowned slightly, her cheerful expression faltering. “Wow,” she muttered under her breath, “Someone’s confident.”

 

Miette shot Shauna a glare sharp enough to cut glass, but before either could escalate further, the café door creaked open.

 

A crew member stuck their head out, clipboard in hand. “Audition starts in five! If you’re on the list, come on in.”

 

Miette didn’t wait for an invitation. She brushed past both girls with the sharp click of her polished boots on the pavement, her shoulders squared like she’d already claimed victory.

 

Shauna watched her go, shaking her head before turning back to Serena with a sheepish smile. “Guess we’d better go, huh?”

 

Serena nodded, her throat tightening as her gaze shifted back to the café. Her hand lingered on the strap of her bag, gripping it tightly as she took a step forward. The warm aroma of coffee hit her as she stepped inside, mingling with the buzz of hurried voices and the metallic scrape of camera equipment being shuffled into place.

Her heart pounded as she scanned the bustling café, her eyes instinctively searching for him. It didn’t take long. Behind the counter, leaning slightly against the espresso machine, was Ash. He was in the middle of a conversation with a customer, gesturing toward the mess of cables snaking across the floor. His mouth moved, probably complaining about the chaos, but Serena couldn’t hear a word over the buzzing in her ears.

 

She froze.

 

He wasn’t looking at her - yet. She should have felt relieved. Instead, her nerves twisted tighter, every second stretching into an eternity as her eyes refused to leave him. Then, as if he could sense her gaze, Ash turned his head.

 

Their eyes met.

 

Serena’s breath caught in her throat.

 

Oh no, not now. Please not now.

 

Her pulse thundered so loud, she was sure he could hear it from across the room. For a moment, the noise of the café melted away, leaving only the weight of his surprised gaze locked with hers.

 

Ash’s expression shifted, his brows knitting together as his head tilted slightly. Confusion flickered in his dark eyes, quickly replaced by a glimmer of recognition. His lips parted as if to say something, but no sound came.

 

The space behind her ribs seemed to shrink. She wanted to look away, to move, to do anything - but her feet felt rooted to the floor, her hands clenching the strap of her bag like a lifeline.

 

The sharp bark of a director’s voice broke the spell. “Everyone to the front, please! We’re starting now!”

 

Serena flinched, the moment shattering like glass. Ash’s attention wavered, drawn back to the commotion around him. She forced herself to take a step forward, her legs shaky but determined.

 

As she moved towards the audition area, her footsteps slowed, almost inperceptibly, until she found herself glancing back over her shoulder. Ash was still there, standing behind the counter, his arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. His gaze hadn’t left her, his expression unreadable, a strange mix of curiousity and something else that made her chest tighten. For a moment, his mouth opened slightly, as if he were about to call out to her.

 

He didn’t.

 

Her throat constricted as she turned away, her steps brisk and deliberate. Whatever she’d seen in his eyes - curiosity, confusion, something else - she couldn’t let herself dwell on it. Not now.

 

She had a role to play.

 

But as stepped to take her place, her heart refused to follow, still caught on the moment she left behind.

Notes:

AHA! He found out!

Man I’ve really been putting Serena through it 😅 Her and Ash have a lot to talk about next time, but we know SatoSere. They’ll figure it out :)

Anyways, I hope people enjoyed part 1 of this chapter!! Chapter 4, which would be part 2, is basically almost done as well! That should most likely be done by Monday (which is on my Birthday! Yay!)

Thank you so much for reading, I cannot wait to see what you all thought 💕💕

Also I love seeing writers here talking about how they listened to Taylor Swift or similar artists while writing their works like I wrote this listening to PINK FLOYD 😭😭

Chapter 4: An Audition at Café Ketchum - Part 2

Notes:

Part 2 of the audition chapter!! I think I’ll have to stretch it to part 3 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 but it’s fine - that would be the last one for the audition. And I promise it’ll be the fluffiest of all!!!

Enjoy!!!

The back of the café had been utterly transformed, though transformed didn’t quite feel like the right word - more like disrupted. Thick black cables snaked across the warm wooden floor, their unnatural presence breaking up the café’s natural charm. A tall, angular spotlight cast a harsh white beam onto the cleared space, its glare swallowing the softer, golden light that usually made the room so inviting. A folding table sat at the center of the setup, cluttered with props that seemed thrown together: a magnifying glass with a scratched lens, a weathered notebook with pages slightly torn at the corners, and a pristine coffee mug that looked too staged to be convincing.

 

The usual cozy atmosphere was missing. The inviting hum of customers’ chatter had been replaced by the abrupt shouts of crew members adjusting equipment, their movements brisk and loud in a space that had always felt calm. Even the chairs, usually nestled comfortably around the tables, had been shoved against the walls, their positions awkward and out of place.

 

Serena stood at the edge of the setup, gripping the rim of her skirt. The familiar warmth of her favorite little coffee shop was still there - its earthy wooden beams, the faint aroma of coffee, the soft curves of its furniture - but it felt muted, pushed into the background by the cold efficiency of the audition setup. 

 

It wasn’t the same. She had come to know this space as her refuge, the place she could breathe. Now it was something else entirely. 

 

It was a stage, one she wasn’t sure she belonged on.

 

Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed the pleats of her skirt. Around her, other contestants were adjusting their stances, flipping through scripts, or whispering their lines under their breath. Serena tried to focus on her own script, the crisp pages feeling unnaturally heavy in her hands, but her mind kept circling back to Ash.

 

She hadn’t meant to look at him again, but her gaze kept straying in his direction. Every few seconds, her eyes flicked toward the counter where he stood, deep in conversation with the green-haired man she often saw napping in the café. He seemed so at ease, so blissfully unaware of the storm raging inside her.

 

What is he thinking? Does he know why I’m here?

 

A faint, scornful laugh pulled her attention away. Miette was standing a few feet off, leaning casually against a prop table, her script folded neatly under one arm. She didn’t seem the least bit concerned about preparing.

 

"Don’t look so nervous," Miette said, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy. "This is just the first round. They’ll weed out the amateurs before it gets serious."

 

Serena swallowed hard, forcing herself not to react. She focused instead on Shauna, who was offering her an encouraging smile from across the room. Shauna had been a surprising source of comfort in the last few minutes, her bubbly optimism cutting through the tension like a ray of sunlight.

 

“You’re gonna do great!” Shauna mouthed, giving her an exaggerated thumbs-up.

 

Serena offered a small, grateful smile in return. She could do this. 

 

She had to.

 

“All right, everyone, settle down!” The director clapped his hands, drawing the room’s attention. He was a wiry man with graying hair and a booming voice that commanded authority. “We’re starting with cold readings. Remember, we’re looking for presence, energy, and chemistry. You’ve got one shot to impress us - make it count.”

 

One shot.

 

Serena tightened her grip on her script, the words blurring slightly as her vision tunneled. Her feet felt like lead as she moved toward the designated spot, the makeshift stage framed by an array of equipment and buzzing crew members.

 

Focus. Just focus.

 

The lines came back to her in flashes, words she’d practiced over and over in her apartment until they felt like a second skin. But here, under the weight of the director’s gaze and the hum of the café, they felt slippery, distant.

 

The director gestured to Serena. “You’re up first. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

 

Her heart gave a jolt. First? She hadn’t expected that.

 

Her legs felt like jelly as she stepped into the center of the makeshift stage. She clutched the script tighter, her palms damp against the paper. Another spotlight flared to life, its harsh glow forcing her to squint. The café seemed to melt away into shadows, the cozy world of warm lights and earthy tones replaced by a white-hot glare and the murmurs of the crew scribbling notes.

 

“Whenever you’re ready,” the director prompted, his tone neutral but expectant.

 

Serena glanced at the script one last time. Her hands trembled as she read the opening line in her head. Detective Evanna, calm under pressure, confident even when the odds were stacked against her.

 

She didn’t feel confident. She didn’t feel calm. But she could pretend. She had to pretend. 

 

Drawing a shaky breath, Serena raised her head. The paper in her hands became less important as she let herself step into the role.

 

“It doesn’t matter if you’ve wiped your prints,” she began, her voice soft, a little shaky.

The director frowned, his pen hovering over the clipboard. “Stop,” he said sharply, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Detective Evanna is firm. She doesn’t waver. You’re giving me… hesitation. That’s not her.”

 

Serena froze, her mouth half-open. The heat of the spotlight pressed down harder, and her grip on the script tightened. Her face burned with embarrassment. “I-I can do it again,” she stammered, her voice catching.

 

The director sighed, gesturing for her to continue with a brisk flick of his hand. “Start over. And this time, mean it.”

 

Her chest tightened, panic clawing at the edges of her thoughts. She had barely started, and already she was being corrected. I’m blowing it. Oh no, this is bad. Really bad. She glanced toward the other actresses, her eyes flickering between their faces.

 

Miette stood leaning against a prop table, her lips curled in a smug smirk. She arched a brow, as if silently confirming Serena’s worst fears. Beside her, Shauna fidgeted, her expression pinched with concern. Their reactions only made the lump in Serena’s throat swell larger.

 

Her gaze darted to Ash without meaning to. He was still at the counter, standing just behind the espresso machine, now leaning slightly forward as he watched her. She thought his eyes would be full of confusion or judgment - anything that matched the spiraling emotions she felt inside. 

 

But they weren’t.

 

Ash’s expression was steady. Serious. His dark eyes locked with hers, his brow furrowing just slightly as if willing her to believe in herself. There was no pity there, no impatience - just quiet encouragement. It was a look that said, You’ve got this.

The knot in Serena’s chest loosened, just a little. She could almost hear his voice in her mind, calm and assured. Come on. You can do this.

 

Something inside her steadied. She looked away from him and back to the director, her grip on the script relaxing. The paper felt lighter now, the words no longer slipping from her grasp.

 

This time, when she stepped into the role, her voice was firmer, carrying a sharp edge. “It doesn’t matter if you’ve wiped your prints,” she said, her tone clear and resolute. “You think the rain will wash away the evidence? It won’t.”

 

Her voice was steady now, carrying through the café-turned-stage. She imagined herself gripping the handle of a magnifying glass, peering over the clues scattered across a stormy crime scene. The faint scent of coffee in the air shifted in her mind to damp earth and rain-soaked pavement. She was no longer Serena, fumbling through an audition. She was Detective Evanna, hunting the truth with an unshakable determination.

 

Her voice grew even stronger. “The truth always finds a way,” she shifted her gaze to Ash in the back, meeting his gaze. “No matter how hard you try to hide it.”

 

Ash’s eyes widened, and for a second Serena thought she could see a flicker of understanding there, but she couldn’t focus on that now. 

 

Her feet shifted slightly, grounding her stance as if preparing to confront an invisible suspect. Her gaze met the director’s, fierce and unwavering now. “So you can run,” she continued, her tone building with each word, “But this city has a way of dragging secrets into the light. And I won’t stop until I find yours.”

The last line hung in the air, almost like a challenge.

 

The director gave a small nod, his pen moving over his clipboard again. “Better,” he said curtly, but Serena caught the faint note of approval in his tone.

 

She stepped back, her pulse still racing but with something warmer now beneath the nerves. It wasn’t perfect, but she had found her footing. As she moved toward the edge of the room, Shauna gave her an excited thumbs-up, and Miette looked slightly less smug - though no less confident.

 

Serena glanced back at Ash again. He raised a coffee mug, offering a silent cheers as he gave her a boyish grin that made her heart lift. She could only offer her widest smile back at him, hoping it was enough for all he had done for her.

 

The rest of the auditions felt like a blur to Serena, her mind flickering between fragmented thoughts and faint impressions of the other actresses’ performances. She tried to focus, to take in their deliveries and movements, but her nerves kept yanking her attention back to her own. What if she hadn’t done enough? What if this was it?

 

Her hands were still slightly clammy as she rubbed them together, the noise of shifting chairs and murmured voices filling the café. Then, the director’s booming voice cut through the haze.

 

“All right, everyone! We’re narrowing it down to three. If I don’t call your name, thank you for your time.”

 

Serena’s breath hitched, her stomach twisting itself into tighter knots as the director scanned his clipboard with maddening slowness. Beside her, Shauna fidgeted with the hem of her sweater, the fabric bunching in her fingers.

 

“Shauna,” the director announced.

 

Shauna froze for half a second before her face lit up. “Oh my gosh!” she whispered, grabbing Serena’s arm in a fierce grip. “That’s me!”

 

Serena couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s joy, even as her own nerves swirled.

 

“And Serena,” the director continued.

 

Her name cut through the buzz around her, startling in its clarity. Was that really her name? Had they really called her?

 

Shauna squeezed her arm even tighter, practically bouncing on her heels. “No way! Both of us? What are the odds?”

 

Serena tried to respond, but her voice caught in her throat. Relief and disbelief fought for dominance in her chest. “Yeah,” she managed, her lips pulling into a shaky smile. “What are the chances?”

 

Shauna’s laughter was infectious, and for the briefest moment, Serena felt her anxiety ease. In the corner of her eyes, she saw a certain boy and his Pikachu high five in celebration, bringing a warm, fluttery feeling in her stomach.

 

“And finally,” the director said, raising his voice just slightly over the buzz of anticipation, “Miette.”

 

The name hit Serena like a pin to a balloon, popping her growing bubble of confidence.

 

Shauna’s elation faded instantly. “Oh,” she muttered, her expression falling. “Nevermind.”

 

The energy in the café shifted as the remaining actresses let out collective sighs of disappointment and began gathering their belongings. Serena’s heart ached for them, knowing how familiar that sting felt. The longing to stay, to hear your name, to be chosen… 

 

It was something she knew all too well.

 

“Well,” came a familiar, self-satisfied voice.

 

Serena turned to see Miette perched on the edge of a table as though it were her personal throne. Her legs crossed casually, and her smirk was as sharp as ever.

 

“I suppose that was to be expected,” Miette said, her tone laced with arrogance. “Of course, I made it through. I am the most polished of the bunch.” She flicked a strand of blue hair over her shoulder, her gaze sliding lazily toward Serena and Shauna. “But you two?” She let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Well, I guess miracles happen.”

 

Serena’s fingers curled into fists at her sides, but she forced herself to breathe evenly. She wouldn’t let Miette get to her - not now.

 

Miette hopped off the table with an exaggerated flair, sauntering toward them. “Looks like it’s just the three of us,” she said, fluffing her hair and flashing a saccharine smile. “Good luck, girls. Not that you’ll need it - at least not when it comes to me.”

 

Serena exchanged a glance with Shauna, who rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t roll right out of her head.

 

Before anyone could respond, the director clapped his hands together, commanding their attention once more.

 

“All right, finalists,” he said, his authoritative tone cutting through the tension. “You’ve impressed us so far, but this next test will separate the best from the rest. A true detective isn’t just sharp - they need to be skilled in the art of Pokémon battling. It’s an essential part of the role.”

 

Serena’s heart dropped into her stomach. 

 

Pokémon battling?

 

She’d never done that before! She didn’t even have her own Pokémon, for crying out loud!

 

Beside her, Shauna let out an excited laugh, pulling a Poké Ball from her bag. “Good thing I’ve got Bulbasaur!” she said, grinning.

 

Serena’s stomach churned. Of course, Shauna was prepared.

 

Miette crossed her arms with a dramatic sigh, drawing attention back to herself. “Well, this is a bit of a problem,” she announced, her voice carrying an almost theatrical edge. “I don’t have a Pokémon with me.”

 

Shauna blinked, looking surprised. “Wait, you don’t?”

 

Miette’s smirk didn’t falter. “I didn’t think we’d need one for acting. Besides,” she added with a flick of her wrist, “I’d rather borrow something top-tier if it’s going to be on display. First impressions matter, after all.”

 

Serena’s stomach tightened. The moment Miette finished speaking, all eyes seemed to shift to her. She felt their gazes press down like the spotlight from earlier, heavy and exposing. Slowly, she forced herself to speak.

 

“I don’t… I don’t have a Pokémon either,” she admitted, her voice quiet. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. How could she have overlooked something so important?

 

The director’s expression darkened, his brow furrowing deeply. “You don’t have Pokémon? Either of you?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath about preparation. “This is going to be an issue.”

 

The air in the room grew thick with tension. Serena’s stomach churned as she glanced at the floor, wishing she could melt into it. Shauna gave her a sympathetic look, her hand hovering as if to pat her arm but unsure if it would help.

 

Just when the director opened his mouth to speak again, a voice from the back of the café broke through the weighty silence.

 

“Pikachu could help.”

 

Serena’s head snapped up, her heart skipping at the familiar voice. Ash stood near the counter, one hand resting on the edge as he watched the scene unfold. Pikachu was perched on his shoulder, the little yellow Pokémon twitching his ears in curiosity.

 

The director raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Battles can get dangerous, especially for a Pikachu.”

 

Ash’s expression softened, his gaze shifting to Serena. His warm brown eyes held no hesitation, no doubt - just quiet confidence that made the knot in Serena’s chest loosen ever so slightly. “Pikachu’s tough. He can handle it,” he said, then smiled at Serena. “And I trust her.”

 

The words sent a wave of warmth rushing through her, as if she’d been standing in the sunlight after days of rain. Her chest fluttered, and for a brief moment, all the doubt and self-consciousness melted away. She managed a small smile, meeting his eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, though it felt like her voice might fail her.

 

Miette, however, wasn’t about to let the moment go unnoticed. She stepped forward with a practiced pout, tilting her head just so. “Well, if Pikachu is available,” she started, her voice syrupy sweet, “I’d like to use him too. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise, would it?”

 

Serena’s smile faltered, and she glanced at Ash nervously.

 

Ash hesitated, his smile tightening at the edges. His hand moved to Pikachu’s head, giving the Pokémon an affectionate scratch behind the ears. “Uh…” he started, clearly reluctant. Pikachu tilted his head, looking between Ash and Miette as if sensing the awkwardness.

 

But after a moment, Ash sighed, his natural kindness winning out. “Okay,” he said, his voice carrying a thread of caution. “You can use Pikachu too. Just…” He hesitated again, glancing down. When he looked back up, his gaze was firm. “Just treat him right.”

 

“Oh, of course,” Miette said smoothly, flashing a dazzling smile. “I’ll take great care of him.”

 

Ash didn’t look entirely convinced, but he nodded. Pikachu jumped down from his shoulder, landing gracefully on the floor between the girls. Ash crouched, looking his partner in the eye. “You’ve got this, buddy,” he said, his voice soft with trust. Pikachu chirped confidently, giving Ash a determined nod.

Pikachu landed lightly on the café’s polished wooden floor, his bright red cheeks sparking faintly as he turned to glance between Serena and Miette. The small Pokémon’s ears twitched, and his sharp black eyes gleamed with energy, clearly ready for the challenge.

 

Miette crouched first, her perfectly manicured hand extended as if beckoning a prized trophy. “Pikachu, darling,” she cooed, her voice carrying a theatrical lilt that made Serena’s stomach turn. “Why don’t you come with me? I promise you’ll be in the spotlight where you belong.”

 

Pikachu tilted his head, his ears twitching in consideration. Then, with a flick of his tail, he turned away from her, scampering up to Serena instead. Miette kept a fake smile plastered on her face, but balled her fists at her sides.

 

The movement caught Serena off guard. Her eyes widened as Pikachu bounded toward her with an almost playful bounce. He stopped just in front of her, looking up with an expression so vivid it was impossible to ignore. The sparks on his cheeks dimmed slightly, but his eyes held a brilliant shine, a gleeful excitement that seemed to radiate into the space around him. 

 

Serena crouched instinctively, meeting Pikachu at eye level. Her breath caught as she took in the details: the way his tail quivered slightly as if he couldn’t quite contain his enthusiasm, the way his ears perked forward, and the way his gaze locked with hers, steady and unwavering.

 

For a moment, Serena could almost hear his thoughts in the way he looked at her.

 

This will be fun.

Notes:

Well, isn’t Miette just the most jerky jerk ever?

I don’t remember her being TOO bad in the anime, but I do think this would be how she grew up if she never had a Serena to humble her while young. Miette is like that girl who had never been told no. Don’t worry - she’ll get her character moments too. Nobody escapes unscathed from the beast that is character development

Anyways, I’m sorry for posting this later than I promised, but my boyfriend surprised me with this whole day out for my birthday and it was so wonderful and I’m still blushing whenever I think of it aaaaaaa

Anyways, next chapter is battling! Surely nothing could go wrong there, right? Right?

Thank you all SO much for reading, I hope you all continue to enjoy reading these as much as I love writing them :) ❤️❤️❤️

Chapter 5: Battle for Stardom at Café Ketchum

Notes:

This is a lengthy one, and I apologise in advance! This is the final chapter for the audition, though!

I hope you enjoy!

“Here,” Ash proclaimed with a grin, spreading his arms wide as he stepped aside. “Is the battle area!”

 

Serena felt her breath catch.

 

The space behind the café was stunning in its simplicity. A sprawling, open field stretched out before them, framed by swaying trees whose leaves whispered in the gentle breeze. Sunlight dappled the ground, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the well-worn wooden boundary planks that outlined the makeshift battlefield. At the center was a hand-painted Poké Ball symbol, its colors slightly faded but no less striking against the emerald grass.

 

“It’s beautiful,” Serena murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

Ash rubbed the back of his head, beaming with pride. “Thanks! My friend Brock and I built it for practice battles. Never thought it’d get used for something like this, though.” He glanced at her, his eyes sparkling. “Think it’ll work?”

 

“It’s perfect,” she said softly, but her heart was racing for reasons far beyond the picturesque setting.

 

“How… quaint,” Miette drawled, stepping into the clearing with a deliberate sway. Her lips curled into a smug smile. “But I guess it’ll do.”

 

Serena bit back a retort, focusing instead on Pikachu, who now sat perched on her shoulder, surveying the field with an eager spark in his eyes.

 

“Focus, everyone!” The director’s sharp voice sliced through the moment, redirecting all attention. He stood at the edge of the field, clipboard in hand, a Magnemite hovering at his side. The Pokémon’s metallic body gleamed in the sunlight, and its magnets emitted a faint hum that set Serena’s teeth slightly on edge.

 

“This is where you’ll prove yourselves,” he declared. “Detectives need to think on their feet, anticipate danger, and adapt to the unexpected. And what better way to test that than a Pokémon battle?” The director pointed to Shauna. “You’re first.”

 

Shauna’s face lit up with excitement. “Yes! I’ve got this!” She stepped forward, pulling a Poké Ball from her bag with a flourish. 

 

Serena’s stomach twisted. She clenched her fists, trying to steady herself, but the sight of Shauna’s confident grin made the knot in her chest tighten.

 

Wasting no time, Shauna released her Bulbasaur in a flash of brilliant light. The Grass-type landed with a cheerful cry, its bulb glistening in the sunlight.

 

A crew member made his way to the center of the field. “I’ll be overviewing this match. Your goal is to show off your skill with Pokémon. Do that however you see fit.” 

 

Bulbasoar and Shauna took their places on the field, across the director and his Magnemite. 

 

The crew member shot his arm up in the air. 

 

“Battle - begin!”

 

The director gave a sharp nod. “Magnemite, Thunder Shock!”

 

The battle began in a flurry of energy. Shauna moved with confidence, her commands sharp and decisive as Bulbasaur dodged the incoming bolt of electricity and countered with a well-placed Vine Whip. The vines lashed out, snapping against Magnemite’s metallic body with a resounding clang.

 

Serena watched in awe, her heart racing as the battle played out. Shauna wasn’t just good - she was incredible. Every command she gave seemed instinctual, her bond with Bulbasaur evident in the way the Pokémon responded without hesitation.

 

When the director finally called the battle to a close, Magnemite was hovering lower, its sparks dimming. “Good,” he said, nodding approvingly. “You’ve got potential.”

 

Shauna returned Bulbasaur to its ball, her face flushed with pride as she stepped back. “Thanks! That was so much fun!”

 

The director’s eyes shifted to Miette. “Your turn.”

 

Miette stepped forward, Pikachu reluctantly following at her heels.

 

“Pikachu, darling,” Miette crooned, crouching to meet him at eye level. “Let’s give them a show they’ll never forget.”

 

Pikachu hesitated, glancing back at Ash with a look of uncertainly, but he took his place on the field without protest.

 

Once more, the crew member shot his hand up. “Begin!”

 

“Magnemite, Sonic Boom!” the director ordered.

 

“Thunderbolt!” Miette countered, her voice high and commanding.

 

Pikachu obeyed, unleashing a crackling bolt of electricity that surged across the battlefield. But the timing was off - Magnemite spun gracefully to the side, its movements almost taunting.

 

“Again!” Miette snapped, her tone impatient.

 

Ash, watching from the sidelines, frowned. His arms crossed tightly over his chest as his gaze shifted between Pikachu and Miette.

 

“She’s too aggressive,” he muttered under his breath.

 

Serena glanced at him, catching the frustration flickering in his eyes.

 

Pikachu launched another attack, but his movements were mechanical, lacking his usual precision. Each command seemed more like a demand, and Miette’s growing irritation only added to the tension.

 

Wham!

 

A thundershock hit Pikachu off guard, sending flying backwards.

 

Serena let out a concerned gasp. 

 

Ash’s eyes widened in panic. “Pikachu! Are you alright?!”

 

Pikachu let out a shaky groan, but got up on shaky legs. Ash breathed an audible sigh of relief, and Serena resisted the urge to grab his hand, if only to help him relax.

 

Pikachu leaped into the air, executing an Iron Tail as Miette commanded, and the battle pressed on.

 

When it finally ended, the director’s face remained unreadable. “Not bad,” he said curtly, though his tone lacked the enthusiasm he had shown earlier for Shauna.

 

Miette returned to the sidelines with a tight-lipped smile, her steps stiff with barely concealed frustration.

 

The director adjusted his clipboard, his eyes scanning the group. “We’ll give the Pokémon a short break before the next battle. Meet back here in thirty minutes,” he instructed.

 

Serena let out a small breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. She glanced at Pikachu, who padded over to Ash, his ears drooping slightly. It was subtle, but she could see the strain in his movements.

 

Ash crouched down, scooping Pikachu into his arms. “You did great out there, buddy,” he murmured softly, his tone soothing. “Let’s get you patched up.”

 

Serena lingered for a moment before turning toward the café. She wasn’t sure why, but there was something about Ash’s expression as he carried Pikachu inside that pulled at her. 

 

“Serena!” Shauna’s cheerful voice broke through her thoughts.

 

Serena turned to see Shauna waving her over, a bright smile on her face. She was sitting cross-legged in the grass with her Bulbasaur, the two basking in the sunlight like old friends enjoying a lazy afternoon.

 

“Come on! Take a break with us!” Shauna called, patting the spot beside her. “You’ve gotta be nervous too, right? Let’s distract ourselves!”

 

Serena hesitated, her eyes darting back to Ash as he made his way into the café, his steps steady but his shoulders slightly tense.

 

“Maybe in a bit,” she said, her voice apologetic but firm. “I… need to check on something first.”

 

Shauna tilted her head, her brow furrowing with curiosity, but she didn’t press. “Suit yourself!” she said, leaning back on her hands. “Don’t be too long, though - you’ll miss all my amazing advice!”

 

Serena laughed lightly, though her thoughts were elsewhere. With one last glance at Shauna and Bulbasaur, she turned and headed for the café, the faint tinkle of the doorbell greeting her as she stepped inside.

 

The quiet hum of the café enveloped her, the sound now all the more notable with the lights off. Her gaze quickly landed on Ash, sitting by the window with Pikachu perched on the table. Light seemed to bounce off his face in just the perfect way, and if he didn’t have that… look on his face, she knew she’d need a minute to calm down.

 

Ash had a small spray bottle in hand, the label clearly marked Potion. He worked with gentle care, dabbing Pikachu’s fur with a cloth before spritzing the Potion over a faint scorch mark on the little Pokémon’s side.

 

“Sorry, Pikachu,” Ash said, wincing as Pikachu flinched slightly. “I know it stings. Almost done, though.”

 

Pikachu gave a soft chirp of reassurance, though his eyes held a faint hint of weariness.

 

“And… sorry about earlier, too,” Ash continued, his voice quieter now. “I shouldn’t have asked you to battle for someone like Miette. I could tell you weren’t happy, but I-” He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I just wanted to help, I guess.”

 

Serena froze, guilt pooling in her chest.

 

Pikachu nuzzled Ash’s hand in response, his ears perking up slightly.

 

Unable to stay silent any longer, Serena stepped forward. “Ash…”

 

He looked up, startled, but quickly smiled. “Oh, hey, Serena. Everything okay?”

 

She hesitated, her gaze flicking to Pikachu before meeting Ash’s eyes. “I just… I overheard, and I wanted to say thank you. For letting Pikachu help me. I know it wasn’t easy for either of you.”

 

Ash shrugged, his smile softening. “Pikachu’s strong. I knew you’d take good care of him.” Then, with a teasing grin, he added, “Plus, you’re an actress now. You probably had it all planned out, right?”

 

Serena blinked, caught off guard by the joke, and Ash’s grin faltered, as though he thought he had made a mistake, but then she laughed - a light, genuine sound that felt like a release of all her pent-up tension. “Not exactly,” she admitted, wiping her eyes as the giggles continued escaping her. “And… I should’ve told you. About the audition, I mean. I didn’t mean to keep it a secret.”

 

Ash tilted his head, looking at her with a mix of curiosity and kindness. Kindness that made her wonder why she ever doubted him in the first place. “Why are you apologizing? Everyone’s got their secrets. Besides…” He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. “Dreams are important. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I get it.”

 

His words were simple, but they hit something deep in Serena. She swallowed hard, her chest feeling lighter and fuller all at once.

 

“And for what it’s worth,” Ash continued, his voice warm and steady, “I think you’re doing great. I’m in your corner, Serena. Always.”

 

Her voice was light and breathy. “Always?”

 

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Of course! We’re friends, right?”

 

Friends.

 

The word sent a flutter through her chest, a warmth spreading like the sunlight outside. She did her best to suppress the wide smile threatening to break across her face and made her way to where the two were sitting. Serena brushed a gentle hand over Pikachu’s head, her smile softening as the Pokémon leaned into her touch, his eyes half-lidded with contentment. She glanced up at Ash, who was leaning back in his chair, one arm resting across the backrest as he watched her.

 

“You holding up okay?” she asked, her voice quiet but genuine.

 

Ash blinked, as if surprised she asked, then let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just…” He gestured vaguely toward the café door and the battlefield outside. “A lot more hectic than I expected. You know, this place is usually pretty calm.”

 

Serena tilted her head, curious. “Didn’t you know this was going to happen?”

 

Ash scratched the back of his neck, his grin turning sheepish. “Not really. It was all last-minute. One of my friends called me up - out of the blue - and asked if I could let a director friend of hers shoot here. I figured, why not?”

 

Serena blinked. “Wait, one of your friends? Her friend?”

 

Ash nodded. “Yeah. Why?”

 

Something in his tone - or maybe it was the casual way he said it - sent a small jolt of panic through Serena. Her thoughts tumbled over themselves, and she quickly blurted, “Is she… your girlfriend?”

 

The question hung in the air for a beat too long. Ash went beet red, mouth hanging open, and Serena immediately wished she could take it back. Her cheeks flushed, and she waved her hands quickly. “I-I mean! Not that it matters! I was just curious! I mean-”

 

Ash’s eyes widened slightly before he waved a hand dismissively, his cheeks tinged pink. “No, no, she’s just a friend! That’s all. Nothing like that.” He leaned forward slightly, as if trying to make sure she understood. “Really.”

 

Serena’s face was burning now. She laughed nervously, fumbling with her words. “Oh, okay! I didn’t mean to… I mean, I wasn’t trying to…” She groaned softly, burying her face in her hands. “I’m sorry for asking. I mean - not that there’s anything wrong with - ugh, I’m just making this worse!”

 

Ash’s lips twitched into a smile, though his gaze was kind. “It’s fine, Serena. Really.”

 

She lowered her hands, her flustered expression making him chuckle lightly. She sighed, shaking her head to clear it. “I should probably… um, head back outside before Shauna thinks I’ve disappeared.”

 

“Probably a good idea,” Ash said, his grin returning to full strength.

 

Serena turned to leave, pausing at the door. She glanced back at him, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment. “Ash, Pikachu… thank you. For everything.”

 

His expression softened, and he gave her a small nod. “Anytime.”

 

Her heart swelled as she stepped outside, the warmth of the sun on her face doing little to calm the fluttering in her chest. As she approached the battlefield, Shauna looked up from her spot in the grass, her brows raised in curiosity.

 

“Why are you smiling?” Shauna asked, curious.

 

Serena touched her cheek, realizing only then how wide her grin had become. “Oh,” she said, her voice light. “No reason.”

 

---

 

Ash leaned back in his chair, Pikachu nestled in his lap, and glanced out the window. The field was bathed in golden sunlight, and just beyond the glass, Serena was already laughing at something Shauna had said, her head tilted back as if the sound itself carried her joy.

 

Ash frowned, his fingers lightly scratching Pikachu’s ears. “What’s with her?” he muttered.

 

Pikachu tilted his head up, giving a soft chirp of curiosity.

 

“I mean,” Ash began, his voice low, “why’d she ask if Misty was my girlfriend?” He frowned deeper, his brow knitting together. “That’s… weird, right?”

 

Pikachu blinked at him, his expression unreadable but patient, as if waiting for Ash to sort out his own thoughts.

 

“Misty’s not just a friend,” Ash said defensively, more to himself than anyone else. “She’s, uh… a good friend! One of my best friends, even. We’ve been through so much together. I mean, she’s like my sister!”

 

He paused, the memory of Serena’s question playing back in his mind. He’d answered so quickly, almost too quickly.

Almost like he didn’t want her to misunderstand.

 

But why? He never had such problems before - it wasn’t the first time someone had assumed he and one of his female friends were together. He never saw any of them like that - but as soon as Serena asked…

 

“Why’d I say it like that?” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

 

Pikachu gave him a gentle nudge, his round eyes steady and calm.

 

“I don’t get it,” Ash said, his voice tinged with frustration. “It’s not like I don’t know what I meant. Misty’s my friend - like Brock or my mom or…” He trailed off, his words tangling with his thoughts. “But when Serena asked, it felt so… I don’t know. Awkward? Weird?”

 

Pikachu tilted his head, offering a quiet “Pika?”

 

Ash glanced at him, his lips tugging into a faint, rueful smile. “You think I’m overthinking this?”

 

Pikachu nodded, but his teasing expression only made Ash groan again.

 

Outside, Serena stood, brushing grass off her skirt. Her golden hair shimmered in the sunlight as she turned to Shauna, her movements full of energy as she practiced what he could only assume were battle calls. 

 

Ash watched her for a moment longer, his mind restless. Ever since Serena had walked into the café for the first time - what had it been, a week ago? - he’d felt like… like…

 

He frowned again. “Like what?” he muttered under his breath.

 

Pikachu gave him another nudge, but Ash barely noticed.

 

What was it about Serena that kept throwing him off balance? She wasn’t like the friends he’d traveled with before. She didn’t argue with him the way Misty had, didn’t tease him like Iris, didn’t try to match him step for step the way Dawn sometimes had. Serena… was different.

 

But why?

 

He sighed and leaned back again, folding his arms behind his head as he gazed out the window. Serena laughed again, her voice lilting and light, and Ash felt his chest… tighten, for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. 

 

“Maybe I’m just tired,” he murmured to Pikachu, who stared back at his partner with a concerned look in his eyes. 

 

But deep down, Ash knew that wasn’t it. This wasn’t the first time he’d wondered what was going on with Serena. And, he realized with a small jolt of unease, it probably wouldn’t be the last.

 

Pikachu gave a soft, knowing chirp, but Ash ignored him, forcing himself to look away from the window.

 

For now.

 

---

The golden light of the late afternoon cast long shadows across the makeshift arena, but the beauty of the scene did little to calm her nerves. Pikachu perched by Serena’s feet, his ears twitching in anticipation as the Magnemite floated lazily on the other side of the field.

 

The weight of everything pressed down on Serena. The director’s sharp gaze, the distant chatter of the crew, Miette’s scornful glare from the sidelines - it all coiled in her chest like a spring ready to snap. Her dream was just within reach, but so were her doubts.

 

Serena knelt to Pikachu’s level, meeting his curious gaze. “You ready, Pikachu?” she asked softly.

 

“Pika!” he replied with a confident nod, his red cheeks sparking faintly.

 

She smiled, her tension easing just slightly. “I know this isn’t easy for you after earlier. But… I’ll do my best to make it better, okay? Let’s just focus on working together.”

 

Pikachu grinned, his tail swishing behind him as he leapt onto the battlefield.

 

“Serena,” the director called, clipboard in hand. “Whenever you’re ready.”

 

“Woooo! You go, Serena!” Shauna called from the side, jumping up and down excitedly. Besides her, Ash gave her a confident smile. 

 

She ignored Miette’s quiet grumbling and cursing.

 

She swallowed hard and stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest. “All right,” she murmured to herself. “Let’s do this.”

 

The crew member raised his hand. “Begin!”

 

“Magnemite, Thunder Wave!” the director commanded.

 

Magnemite’s magnets sparked as a pulse of electricity surged toward Pikachu.

 

“Dodge to the side, Pikachu!” Serena called, her voice clear but warm. Pikachu leapt nimbly out of the way, the crackling wave hitting the ground with a harmless fizz.

 

“Great job!” Serena encouraged. “Now use Quick Attack!”

 

Pikachu dashed forward, a blur of yellow light streaking across the field. Magnemite hovered back, but Pikachu slammed into it, knocking the Pokémon back several feet. 

 

The director nodded slightly, but his expression remained unreadable.

 

“Magnemite, Sonic Boom!”

 

The metallic Pokémon spun rapidly, sending a concussive blast toward Pikachu.

 

“Pikachu, jump and spin!” Serena called.

 

Pikachu obeyed instantly, twisting midair to avoid the attack. The Sonic Boom struck the ground, leaving a small scorch mark.

 

“Now, Thunderbolt!” Serena said, her voice filled with growing confidence.

 

Pikachu’s cheeks crackled as he unleashed a brilliant bolt of electricity. The attack struck Magnemite head-on, sending it reeling.

 

Serena clenched her fists, leaning slightly forward. “You’re doing amazing, Pikachu! Keep it up!”

 

The battle continued, but it unfolded in a way that felt more like a dance than a fight. Serena kept her voice soft and steady. “Pikachu, try Quick Attack again!”

 

Pikachu let out an grunt of exertion before darting forwards, his movements swift and precise, but as he approached Magnemite, Serena noticed the metallic Pokémon shifting to counter. “Wait - circle back!” she urged. Pikachu hesitated for only a heartbeat, then veered gracefully to the side, narrowly avoiding Magnemite’s counterstrike. 

 

Serena exhaled in relief. “Great job, Pikachu! You’ve got this!”

 

The director’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Magnemite, it’s time. Use Lock-On, then follow up with Zap Cannon!”

 

Serena’s breath caught in her throat. From the sidelines, Ash practically exploded. “Zap Cannon?! Here? Seriously? You know how dangerous that is, right?!”

 

Serena’s heart raced as Magnemite’s red eye zeroed in on Pikachu, the Lock-On locking him firmly in its sights. She clenched her fists. Zap Cannon was a devastating move - not only could it end the battle, but it might also leave Pikachu hurt, and Ash’s café would be left in ruins.

 

Her mind scrambled for options. They couldn’t dodge; Lock-On ensured that much. Pikachu was fast, but not invincible. The only way out was to end the fight before Magnemite’s Zap Cannon could fire.

 

There was no time to wonder why the director was putting Ash’s livelihood at risk for the audition, Magnemite began to charge, crackling with overwhelming energy. Sparks danced around its body, the air thick with tension.

 

Serena’s eyes darted to Pikachu, searching desperately for a sign, an opening, anything. That’s when she noticed him. Pikachu wasn’t panicking; he wasn’t even glancing at Magnemite. Instead, he was staring right at her, his mouth curled into a confident grin.

 

His tail swished deliberately in the air, once, twice. It took Serena a moment to understand. Her eyes widened. “Wait - you have an idea?”

 

“Pika!” Pikachu nodded, giving her an unmistakable thumbs-up.

 

Serena gulped, glancing back at the Magnemite, already charging up a powerful Zap Cannon. 

 

It was now or never.

 

The trust in his expression sent a surge of hope through her, even as she swallowed hard. “You’re sure about this?” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

 

“Pikachu!” he cried again, brimming with determination.

 

Magnemite was reaching its peak, electricity swirling ominously around its metallic frame. There was no time to second-guess. It was now or never. Serena took a deep breath and steadied herself.

 

“Okay, Pikachu,” she said, her voice firmer now. “I trust you. Go for it!”

 

With a triumphant cry, Pikachu shot into the air. Serena watched as he began to charge electricity - not in a sharp burst like a Thunderbolt, but something different. The energy didn’t surge outward. It coiled, gathering around his tail in bright, crackling streams.

 

But then, Pikachu directed all the energy to its tail, creating an almost ball-like shape.

 

No, Serena realised. Not a ball. A web.

 

Pikachu’s timing was flawless. Just as Magnemite prepared to unleash the Zap Cannon, he launched the web with precision. “Pika-Pika-Pika-Cha-Pi-KA!”

 

The electrified web flew through the air, crackling as it expanded. It wrapped around Magnemite just as it released its Zap Cannon. The sphere of destructive energy surged forward but collided with the web mid-air. The web absorbed the impact, its glowing strands trembling under the force before dispersing the energy in a cascade of harmless sparks. 

 

The director’s mouth fell open; the man lost all sense of class at the sight. “Incredible…” He muttered, glancing back at Ash, who was sighing in relief. 

 

Magnemite wobbled in the air, sparks sputtering from its body. The strain of the attack had left it vulnerable. Pikachu landed lightly on his feet, his cheeks still sparking, and turned to Serena with a quick nod.

 

Serena’s heart swelled. “You’re amazing, Pikachu!” she called, her voice full of pride. She quickly refocused. “Now’s your chance! Iron Tail - finish it off!”

 

Pikachu didn’t hesitate. His tail glowed silver as he charged forward, leaping high into the air. With a resounding cry, he struck Magnemite squarely, sending it spinning backward. When it finally stopped, it hovered low, its movements sluggish and uneven.

 

“Enough!” the crew member called, raising a hand.

 

The battlefield fell silent. Serena knelt down as Pikachu trotted back to her, his steps a little shaky but his eyes shining with triumph. She gathered him into her arms, her voice trembling with emotion.

 

“You did it,” she whispered, cradling him gently. “Thank you, Pikachu. You’re incredible.”

 

“Serena!” Shauna’s cheerful voice cut through like a sunbeam breaking through clouds. She practically skipped onto the field, her hands clasped together in giddy excitement. “That was incredible! Oh my gosh, the way you and Pikachu pulled off that web thing? Amazing!” She bounced on her toes, her enthusiasm infectious. “I just knew you’d be awesome!”

 

“Thanks, Shauna.” Serena smiled warmly, her nerves settling a little at her friend’s bubbly energy.

 

Miette, meanwhile, lingered on the sidelines, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her lips curled in a sour pout, and her narrowed eyes flicked disdainfully between Serena and Pikachu. “Hmph. Luck. That’s all it was,” she muttered, her voice just loud enough to carry. “Anyone could’ve done that.”

 

Before Serena could respond, Ash strode over, his grin wide and genuine. “Serena, that was amazing! Seriously, Pikachu did great, but the way you worked with him - awesome teamwork.”

 

The praise hit her like a wave, and before she could stop herself, she darted forward and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Ash!” she said, her voice muffled against his chest.

 

Ash froze, his arms hovering awkwardly in the air before he gingerly wrapped them around her. “Uh… sure, no problem,” he said, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.

 

The realization of what she’d done hit Serena like a jolt of electricity. She jumped back, her cheeks flaming. “I-I mean, um, thanks, really! For letting me borrow Pikachu and - uh - everything!”

 

Shauna, ever the opportunist, smirked knowingly and leaned in. “Well, well, Serena. I didn’t know you were that grateful.”

 

“Shauna!” Serena squeaked, her hands flying to her burning cheeks.

 

Miette’s face was unreadable for a moment before she turned sharply on her heel, muttering something under her breath.

 

Luckily for her (or unluckily?) Ash had already turned around, talking to the director. “I know you were probably just keeping her on her toes - but did you have to use Zap Cannon of all moves?”

 

The director offered a sheepish smile. “I guess I tend to go a little overboard in battles. Forgive me.”

Ash seemed to consider this for a second, then grinned back. “Fair! I do too!”

 

The director clapped his hands, cutting through the bubbling excitement. “Everyone, gather up!” His booming voice brought them all to attention. “Well, I’ve seen what I needed to see, and I’ve made my decision.”

 

The group fell silent, all eyes fixed on the director. Shauna clasped her hands together, visibly vibrating with anticipation. Serena swallowed hard, her heart thundering in her chest. Even Miette seemed to perk up, her sharp gaze locking onto the director as if daring him to pick someone else.

 

The director’s lips twitched into a smile, and he opened his mouth to speak - but Shauna couldn’t contain herself. “Oh my gosh, just say it already! You’re killing us over here!”

 

The director chuckled, shaking his head. “All right, all right. After much deliberation…” He turned to Shauna. “Shauna, you’ve been cast as the lead, Detective Evanna.”

 

Shauna’s eyes widened before she let out a delighted squeal, practically jumping into the air. “YES! Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I won’t let you down, I promise!”

 

Serena felt her chest tighten, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. She was genuinely happy for Shauna - her friend absolutely deserved it. But the sting of disappointment was undeniable. At least I did my best, she thought. And I learned a lot today.

 

Before Serena could fully process her emotions, Miette stepped forward, her expression stormy. “And what about me?” she demanded, her voice sharp. “You can’t tell me I wasn’t good enough. I nailed the lines, and my battle was flawless.”

 

The director’s smile faded, replaced with a calm but firm expression. “Miette, you have talent, but your acting style is far too pompous for the kind-hearted Detective Evanna. Furthermore, your battle style lacked the teamwork and empathy we were looking for. Evanna is a character who solves problems with understanding and compassion, not brute force.”

 

Miette’s eyes blazed with fury. “This is ridiculous! You’re passing up real talent for-” Her gaze shot to Shauna, looking her up and down in a way that shot a shiver down Serena’s spine. “For her? Seriously?”

 

“You heard me,” the director said firmly.

 

Miette’s jaw clenched, her gaze flicking to Serena, then to Ash, then back to the director. She let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “This is pathetic. Being turned down here, of all places? In some run-down, boring little café? You’re all wasting my time.”

 

The insult hung in the air like a slap. Ash’s brows furrowed, his fists tightening at his sides, but before he could respond, Serena stepped forward, her eyes blazing.

 

“That’s enough, Miette!” Her voice rang out across the field, steady and unwavering.

 

Miette froze mid-step, turning back to glare at Serena. “What?” she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

 

“You have no right to insult Ash or his café,” Serena said, her words sharp but controlled. Her chest rose and fell with the effort to keep her emotions in check, but her voice didn’t waver. “Ash and Pikachu are the reason I could even compete today. And this café? It’s not boring or run-down. It’s a place where people feel welcome and cared for - something you clearly don’t understand.”

 

The words hit their mark, and for a fleeting moment, something flickered in Miette’s expression. But the anger quickly returned, her glare hardening. “Whatever,” she said coldly. She glared back at Shauna, then Serena. “Enjoy your little victory. You’ll need it.” She turned and stormed off, her heels clicking against the floor as the door slammed behind her.

 

Ash winced. “That was a new door.”

 

Serena let out a shaky breath, her shoulders slumping as the tension drained from her body. Her hands unclenched, and she glanced at Ash, her heart sinking. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice soft. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene…”

 

Ash’s expression softened, and he gave her a lopsided grin. “Are you kidding? That was awesome. Thanks for standing up for us.”

 

His words were like a balm, and Serena felt a small smile tug at her lips. “Of course,” she murmured. “You’ve done so much for me… it’s the least I could do.”

 

Before the moment could linger, the director approached, his expression unreadable. “Serena,” he said, his tone serious. “May I have a word?”

 

Serena blinked, a flicker of unease passing through her. Was this about her outburst with Miette?

 

She glanced back at Ash, who gave her a reassuring nod. “We can talk later if you want,” he said, his tone light. “I’ll be inside.”

 

She grinned. “See you then.”

 

The director turned to her, his stern expression softening. He smiled, a rare warmth lighting up his face. “Serena, I’ve seen a lot of auditions in my time,” he began, his voice low but genuine. “But what you did out there… it wasn’t just acting or battling. It was connection. Heart. That’s not something you can teach.”

 

Serena blinked, her throat tightening. “I… thank you.”

 

He held up a hand, cutting off her stammered gratitude. “Let me finish,” he said with a chuckle. “I didn’t share the full details of this audition earlier, but we’ve been casting for two roles: Detective Evanna, the sharp and analytical lead, and her best friend, Lily. Lily is the kind, resourceful, and determined partner who balances the detective’s intensity. She’s the emotional heart of the team. And, Serena, I believe you’re perfect for her.”

 

Her breath caught, her heart skipping a beat. For a moment, she could only stare at him, her mind struggling to process his words. “Me?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You mean it?”

 

The director’s smile widened. “Absolutely. The role is yours if you want it.”

 

A wave of emotion surged through her, overwhelming and electric. Her hands flew to her mouth, and tears blurred her vision. “Yes!” she exclaimed, her voice cracking. “I mean - yes, I’d love to! Thank you so much!”

 

The director chuckled, clapping her shoulder lightly. “Congratulations, Serena. You’ve earned it. Your agent will be in touch soon.”

 

Still grinning through her tears, Serena wiped her cheeks quickly. “Thank you!” she laughed again, her heart soaring. “I need to tell - oh!” She turned, already stepping toward the door. “Thank you again!”

 

“Go,” the director said with a wave, smiling as she dashed off. “Go celebrate. You’ve more than earned it.”

 

Serena nearly tripped over herself as she made her way back outside, her thoughts a whirlwind of disbelief and excitement. Her gaze locked onto Ash, who was standing near the counter, watching the crew wrap up their work. He was grinning to himself, clearly entertained by something.

 

She slowed her pace, her emotions bubbling up as she neared him. “Ash,” she called, her voice shaking slightly.

 

Without looking over, he waved her closer, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “Psst, c’mere,” he whispered, gesturing toward one of the crew members struggling to coil a stubborn cable. “I think that guy’s gonna trip again.”

 

She giggled despite herself, but when he glanced her way, his grin faltered. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, his tone shifting to concern. “You’re - wait, you’re crying!”

 

Serena shook her head quickly, the tears flowing freely now. “No, no, I’m fine,” she said, her voice breaking as a laugh escaped her. “I’m more than fine. Ash - I got it. I got the role.”

 

For a moment, Ash just stared at her, the words sinking in. Then his face broke into a wide, genuine smile. “Serena, that’s amazing!” he exclaimed. “You really did it!”

 

Her heart swelled at his reaction, and she clasped her hands together to keep from fidgeting. “I couldn’t have done it without you and Pikachu,” she said earnestly. “Thank you, Ash. Really.”

 

He shook his head, his expression softening. “You’re giving me too much credit. All I did was lend Pikachu. You’re the one who put in all the effort and heart. You earned this.”

 

His words brought fresh tears to her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away, laughing softly. “I still couldn’t have done it without you,” she said, her voice gentle.

 

Ash rubbed the back of his neck, clearly a little flustered, but he grinned. “Well, I’m glad I could help then. Pikachu’s gonna be thrilled when I tell him.”

 

Serena glanced around the café, her excitement bubbling over. “Where’s Shauna? I need to tell her!”

 

Ash’s grin turned apologetic. “She had to leave. Something about meeting up with some ‘old friends,’ she said. She didn’t really explain much before rushing off.”

 

He blinked as if remembering something. “Oh right! She left her number… lemme see…” He searched his pockets, before pulling out a small piece of paper. “Here! She asked me to hand this to you.”

 

Serena smiled at the paper, the thin yet loopy handwriting seeming so fitting for her bubbly new friend. 

 

Ash leaned against the counter, his arms crossed casually. “She’s gonna be just as excited as I am. Probably louder, though.”

 

Serena laughed, the sound light and unrestrained. “You’re probably right. She’s been such a good friend through all of this. I’m lucky to have her - and you.”

 

Ash raised an eyebrow, teasing her slightly. “Lucky to have me, huh?”

 

She flushed, realizing how her words sounded, but the playful glint in his eye made her relax. “Yeah,” she said with a soft smile, meeting his gaze. “I am. You’re always so supportive, even when you don’t have to be.”

 

They stood there for a moment, the sounds of the crew packing up fading into the background. The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow around them.

 

“So,” Ash said after a beat, his grin returning. “What’s next for the big star?”

 

Serena chuckled, feeling a spark of excitement as she thought of the future. “I guess… I get ready to start filming. But first, I think I’ll celebrate a little.”

 

Ash nodded. “You deserve it.” Then he tilted his head, his eyes bright with curiosity. “Do you think Detective Evanna’s partner likes celebrating with an Expresso? I’ve finally gotten it down to nailing it every five times!”

 

Serena raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a giggle. “What happened on try six?”

 

Ash’s face grew serious. “We don’t talk about try six. Pikachu didn’t talk to me for hours.”

 

She sighed, letting the tension of the day drain away as she leaned against the counter. The café was quiet now, the clatter and chatter of the crew fading into memory. With the director and most of the staff gone, the space finally felt like the peaceful haven it had been all week - a place where she could breathe, where she truly felt at home.

 

Serena glanced at Ash, a soft smile playing on her lips.

 

“An expresso sounds lovely.”

 

---

 

The director walked briskly down the dimly lit street, the faint hum of the city blending with the quiet rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. His sharp eyes scanned the area, searching for something. His thoughts swirled with the events of the day, but his face betrayed nothing. Finally, as he turned the corner, he spotted what he was looking for.

 

Jackpot.

 

The payphone stood under the flickering glow of a streetlight, its polished surface glinting faintly. He pulled a few quarters from his pocket, slipping them into the slot with practiced precision. The cold metal of the receiver felt oddly grounding as he lifted it to his ear, dialing a number etched so deeply into his memory that his fingers moved automatically.

 

The line rang once. Twice. On the third ring, the call connected, and Victor could hear the faint sound of breathing on the other end.

 

The voice that spoke was low and measured, every word dripping with authority. “Victor. I don’t recall activating you. Stay in the shadows, as instructed.”

 

The director, Victor, leaned against the booth, rubbing his temple. “I know the protocol, Archer. And believe me, I wouldn’t risk breaking cover unless it was necessary.” His voice lowered slightly, a hint of urgency seeping in. “But listen. Something’s come up. Something… exceptional.”

 

There was a pause, then a sharp exhale. “If this is like the fake Ho-oh incident,” Archer said flatly, “I swear to Giovanni I’ll-”

 

“It’s not!” Victor interjected, his tone sharper than usual. “This is different. Genuine. A power that could be invaluable.”

 

Another pause. When Archer spoke again, there was a grudging curiosity in his tone. “Go on.”

 

Victor glanced over his shoulder instinctively, lowering his voice further. “I saw it today. A Pikachu.”

 

“A Pikachu?” Archer’s voice was a mix of incredulity and irritation. “You called me to talk about some Pikachu?”

 

Victor’s jaw tightened. “Not just any Pikachu. This one. The strength, the control - it’s beyond anything I’ve seen. It absorbed a Zap Cannon like it was nothing, Archer. It turned the attack into a defensive counter on the fly.” His grip on the receiver tightened. “It’s… special. The kind of power that could tip scales if cultivated - or harnessed.”

 

Archer remained silent for a beat before responding. “And you’re certain? You wouldn’t be calling me unless you were.”

 

“I am,” Victor said, his voice firm. “It’s the real deal. If nothing else, it warrants a closer look. Quietly.”

 

Archer sighed, a faint shuffle audible on his end. “Fine. I’ll send a few agents to observe. Discreetly. We’ll see if there’s truth to your claim.”

 

Victor allowed himself a small smile. “You won’t regret it.”

 

The line grew quiet again before Archer spoke, his voice carrying the weight of years of loyalty. “Hail Giovanni.”

 

Victor closed his eyes, the words rolling off his tongue like a vow:

 

“Hail Team Rocket.”

Notes:

Oh my god I just wrote a 6000+ word chapter

This after I split the last 2 chapters apart because I didn’t want to put too much over you guys 😭😭😭

Well, we are finally done with the auditions at the café, and I do hope its worth the long chapter - especially with what I hope I set up right at the end of this chapter

Serena is growing, and her relationship with Ash grows with it!! There were quite a few Ash Serena moments here especially because the last 2 had almost none and I needed these two to chat quite badly because it provides SUSTINENCE

Thank you all so much for reviewing, kudoing, and reading. I hope you continue to enjoy!!

Write short chapters, they said
It’s a man’s life, they said
(I really hope someone gets this reference)

Chapter 6: A Kindling at Café Ketchum

Notes:

Please enjoy! We’re taking it a little slower after the big event that was the last 3 chapters 😅

“Woah! This is a fortune!” 

 

Ash winced, yanking his Pokégear away from his ear as Dawn’s voice exploded from the other end of the call. He cautiously brought it back, glaring at the screen as though it would quiet her down. “Dawn, stop shouting!”

 

“Sorry, sorry,” Dawn said, though her tone was anything but apologetic. “But seriously, Ash - this is insane! You’re sitting on enough money to buy a luxury yacht or something. How the heck did you of all people manage this?”

 

Ash scratched the back of his head, glancing at Pikachu, who was perched on the counter watching him with curious eyes. “It’s not that much,” he muttered, embarrassed.

 

“Not that much?” Dawn cried, and Ash flinched again. “Ash, I’ve traveled with you. I know how you live. You’re the guy who once ate nothing but rice balls for three days because you didn’t want to waste money on something else. And now you’re telling me you’ve been sitting on this small fortune like it’s no big deal?”

 

Ash laughed nervously, rubbing his neck. “Well, I guess I just never really spent much, you know? When you’re traveling all the time, you don’t need a lot.”

 

Dawn’s voice softened slightly, but there was still a teasing edge to it. “You didn’t need a lot because people were always feeding you. Or, I don’t know, you won money by beating gym leaders and didn’t even realize it was prize money!”

 

“Okay, okay,” Ash said quickly, holding up his hands defensively even though she couldn’t see him. “Maybe I’m not the best with numbers, but it’s not like I was saving it on purpose or anything. It just... added up, I guess.”

 

Dawn was quiet for a moment, and Ash frowned, wondering if the call had dropped. But when she spoke again, her tone was different - gentler, but thoughtful. “Ash... you’ve been saving without even realizing it? Does that mean you haven’t really done anything for yourself all this time?”

 

Ash blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean? I’m doing something for myself now, aren’t I? The café’s mine. It’s something I’ve built.”

 

“That’s true,” Dawn admitted. “But... you’ve been traveling nonstop for years, always focused on the next battle, the next journey, helping other people. I just hope you’re doing this for you and not because you feel like you have to.”

 

Ash’s grip on the phone tightened, his gaze drifting toward the café window. Outside, the sunrise stretched across the horizon in soft golds and pinks, the kind of colors he’d seen a thousand times but never really noticed. Why was that? Why did it feel like he was only now waking up to how beautiful the world could be - like he’d spent so much time chasing something ahead of him that he’d forgotten to stop and look around? The thought lingered, unsettling yet strangely comforting, as if he were finally catching up to something he hadn’t realized he’d missed. 

 

He took a deep breath, letting her words settle.

 

“I think...” he began, then hesitated. Pikachu chirped softly, his tail flicking against the counter as if to encourage him. “I think I just needed a break, you know? Something steady. Something... different.”

 

Dawn’s voice softened even further. “Now that doesn’t sound like the Ash I know. What happened?”

 

Ash didn’t answer right away. His eyes flickered toward the wall where a framed photo hung - him and his friends from years ago, all smiling after another big win. He felt a pang in his chest, one he’d grown used to but never quite learned to ignore.

 

“Nothing happened,” he murmured finally, though the words felt hollow.

 

Dawn didn’t push, but she wasn’t convinced either. “You sure?”

 

“Yeah,” Ash said quickly, forcing a chuckle. “I just... I’m happy with the café, okay? It’s been good for me.”

 

Dawn hesitated but eventually relented. “Alright. If you’re happy, that’s what matters. But you know you can talk to me, right? If there’s ever... something you need to get off your chest.”

 

Ash smiled faintly, grateful for her understanding. “Thanks, Dawn. I know.”

 

There was a pause, lighter this time, as if they both needed a moment to let the weight of the conversation settle. Then Dawn’s tone brightened again. “So, are you spending some of that money on yourself now? Or is this café thing another excuse to hoard it?”

 

Ash laughed, grateful for the shift in tone. “I’m spending it! I got the place fixed up, bought new furniture, hired some help. I even got some new gear for the kitchen.”

 

“Uh-huh,” Dawn said, clearly not buying it. “And? What about you? Bought yourself anything nice? Or are you still wearing that same jacket from forever ago?”

 

“Hey!” Ash protested. “That jacket’s vintage!”

 

“It’s ancient!” Dawn shot back, and they both laughed.

 

As their laughter faded, Pikachu jumped up on his shoulder, and Ash found himself speaking without thinking.

 

“Actually, there’s someone here who’s been coming by a lot. She’s... amazing, honestly.” His voice was quiet, almost like he was thinking out loud. “She’s so kind to everyone, and she’s working really hard to follow her dreams.”

 

Dawn didn’t respond right away, and for a brief moment, Ash wondered if she’d heard him. Then her voice came through, tinged with that unmistakable teasing edge. “Oh? Someone’s amazing, huh? Tell me more about this mystery girl.”

 

Ash flushed instantly, his fingers curling nervously around the edge of the counter. “Hey, i-it’s not like that!” he said quickly, though the warmth in his voice betrayed him.

 

“Uh-huh,” Dawn said, clearly unconvinced. “You’re stammering, Ash. That’s usually a giveaway. What’s her name?”

 

He sighed, knowing there was no escaping Dawn’s relentless curiosity. “Her name’s Serena,” he admitted, his voice soft.

 

“Serena,” Dawn repeated, her tone slow and deliberate. Then, without missing a beat, she added, “Wait a second... you mean the same Serena you just so happened to bring up the last time we talked? And the time before that?”

 

Ash blinked, his blush deepening. “What? No, I-”

 

“That’s the third time you’ve mentioned her, Ash,” Dawn teased, her voice practically bubbling with amusement. “And let me guess - she’s the actress you were raving about last week, right? And the one who taught Pikachu that trick with the napkins?”

 

Ash’s mind raced, trying to defend himself. “She’s just... really talented, okay?” he mumbled, feeling like his words were doing nothing to help his case. “And she’s nice. And she’s... focused on her goals.”

 

Dawn laughed softly, her tone light but affectionate. “You don’t have to explain, Ash. She sounds wonderful. But you know what you sound like?”

 

“What?” Ash groaned, already regretting the question.

 

“Like someone who’s completely smitten,” Dawn said, the grin in her voice unmistakable.

 

Ash’s blush burned hotter, and he groaned. “You sound just like Brock! He’s been saying the same thing!”

 

“Brock’s not wrong,” Dawn shot back playfully. “And hey, you know me - I’m always Team Ash, no matter what. If this Serena girl’s making you light up like this, I definitely want to meet her.”

 

Ash’s head dropped into his hand, Pikachu giving a cheerful “Pika!” as if agreeing with Dawn.

 

“I’m not smitten,” Ash muttered under his breath, though the warmth spreading through his chest was seriously getting hard to explain.

 

“Relax,” Dawn said, her voice softening. “I’m just teasing. But seriously, Ash... you sound like you’re in a really good place. It makes me happy to hear you like this.”

 

Ash paused, letting her words sink in. His grip on the counter loosened, and he let out a small, genuine laugh. “Thanks, Dawn. That means a lot.”

 

“And don’t think you’re off the hook,” she added, her tone brightening again. “I’m coming to visit soon. And when I do, you’d better be ready for all my questions. About the café, about Serena - everything!”

 

Ash rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Just let me know when you’re coming.”

 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Dawn laughed warmly. “Take care, Ash.”

 

“See ya, Dawn. Have fun with your contests.”

 

As the call ended, Ash lowered the Pokégear, his thoughts lingering on the conversation. He did his best to slow his heartbeat, sighing as he glanced at the clock. He didn’t have much time left in the morning, it would be time to open soon.

 

Pikachu nudged his cheek with a paw, staring curiously. Ash simply grinned back, feeling a sense of calm staring at his partner, safe and on his shoulder. 

 

“C’mon, buddy. Let’s get to work.”

 

---

 

The warm, inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Cilan and Serena sat at the counter of Café Ketchum. Steam curled lazily from their mugs, the rich aroma mingling with the faint hum of chatter from a few lingering patrons. 

 

“Mm, this roast is fine,” Cilan said with a satisfied sigh, cradling his cup in both hands. “Smooth and bold - perfection is near! Balance in every sip.”

 

Ash, busy wiping down a nearby countertop, chuckled as he glanced their way. “What is that, a Haiku? You getting lessons from Professor Oak?”

 

Cilan looked so proud that Serena decided it was best not to mention he had been one syllable off. Instead, she giggled, taking a sip of her own drink. “Leave it to you to turn coffee into poetry.”

 

Ash smiled. “Oh, that’s nothing. You should hear him go off about sandwiches.”

 

Before Cilan could launch into a defense of his culinary musings, the bell above the café door jingled. A delivery man stepped in, balancing a large, rectangular package.

 

“Delivery for Ash Ketchum?” the man called out.

 

“That’s me!” Ash’s face lit up, and he quickly moved to retrieve the package. It was hefty, but he somehow managed to hoist it with relative ease, setting it down on the counter with an audible thud.

 

Serena raised an eyebrow as she watched him tear into the box like a kid on Christmas morning. “What’s that?”

 

Cilan leaned forward, his eyes widening as Ash pulled away layers of protective foam. “No way. Is that…?”

 

With a triumphant grin, Ash lifted the contents into view: a sleek, glossy Clemontic TV, its logo gleaming in the café’s warm light.

 

“A Clemontic TV?!” Serena gasped, almost spilling her coffee. “Those are high-end! Like, insanely expensive high-end!”

 

Ash puffed out his chest, beaming with pride. “Pretty cool, right? I’m gonna use it to display the menu above the counter.”

 

Serena stared at him in disbelief. “You’re going to use that - a Clemontic TV - just to display your menu?”

 

Ash shrugged, completely unbothered. “Well, yeah. But that’s not the only reason.” He set the TV on the counter and mimed holding it up above him. “Once your show with Shauna starts airing, I’ll get to watch it right here, bigger and better than ever.”

 

Serena blinked, caught completely off guard. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, and she quickly sipped her coffee to hide her flustered smile. “O-oh… That’s… thoughtful of you.”

 

Ash grinned, oblivious to her reaction. “Of course! It’s gonna be awesome seeing you up there.”

 

Cilan glanced between the two, and softly smiled to himself. Iris would love to hear about this.

 

Before Serena could muster a reply, the café door jingled again, and in strolled Brock, his ever-calm demeanor disrupted by the way he flopped dramatically onto one of the cushioned seats.

 

“I’m taking a break,” he announced, stretching with a satisfied groan. “Doctor duties can wait for a day.”

 

Serena perked up. “Doctor duties? You’re a doctor?”

 

Brock gave her a warm smile. “Pokémon doctor,” he clarified. “I specialize in treating Pokémon of all kinds.”

 

“Wow!” Serena said, genuinely impressed. She gestured to Cilan. “And you’re a Pokémon Connoisseur and a chef. Ash really has the most interesting friends.”

 

Ash, who had been fiddling with the TV stand, looked up with a grin. “What can I say? I’ve got good taste in people.”

 

Cilan chuckled, lifting his cup in a mock toast. “It’s certainly mutual.”

 

Serena giggled, but her attention returned to the TV. “Wait, hold on,” she said suddenly, her eyes narrowing. “Ash, where did you even get something like this? Those TVs cost a fortune!”

 

“Oh,” Ash said casually, scratching the back of his neck. “I know Clemont. He’s the one who sent it over.”

 

The room fell silent for a moment. Serena froze mid-sip, her eyes widening before she slammed her mug down. “You know Clemont? Like, the CEO of Clemontic Industries? That Clemont?”

 

Ash looked genuinely confused. “Uh… yeah? We’re good friends.”

 

Serena burst out laughing, leaning back in her chair. “Of course you are! Of course Ash Ketchum is casually friends with a billionaire inventor. Why wouldn’t he be?”

 

Ash frowned, clearly missing the joke. “What’s so funny about that? I’ve known Clemont for years.”

 

Brock smirked, leaning over toward Serena. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Just wait until he starts talking about how he’s met world champions.”

 

“Wait, what?!” Serena was practically in hysterics now, holding her sides as she laughed. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

 

Ash crossed his arms, mock-offended. “What? It’s true!”

 

Serena wiped at her eyes, catching her breath. “Oh, Ash,” she said with a grin. “You’re something else.”

 

Ash chuckled, shaking his head as he returned to setting up the TV. “Glad I can keep you entertained.”

 

Ash finished attaching the TV stand and hoisted it into place with surprising ease. Like, seriously. He had to have been working out, what with how his biceps flexed during…

 

She smacked her face with both palms, shaking her head furiously. Bad Serena. Bad, bad, bad Serena! She could practically feel the heat flooding her cheeks. The sudden movement startled Pikachu, who had been lounging contentedly on the counter. With a surprised squeak, he tumbled off the edge and landed in a heap on the floor. 

 

“Pika!” he yelped indignantly, shooting Serena an accusatory glare.

 

While Serena sheepishly apologised to Pikachu, Ash stepped back to admire his work. Cilan, ever the perfectionist, leaned in to inspect the placement, tilting his head to one side as though analyzing a painting. “Hmm. The placement is elegant,” he mused, stroking his chin dramatically. “But are you sure you don’t want it angled slightly more to the left? You want everyone to experience its grandeur when they walk in.”

 

Serena, still pink-faced but regaining her composure, stifled a giggle as Ash’s confident grin faltered. “What’s wrong with the way it is now?” he asked, frowning.

 

Cilan spread his arms as if presenting a masterpiece. “Ash, my friend, presentation is key! The slightest adjustment can elevate the viewing experience from great… to unforgettable.”

 

Ash crossed his arms, unimpressed. “It’s a TV, not a Pokémon League trophy.”

 

Serena smiled at him. “I think it looks fine where it is, honestly. Right, Brock?”

 

Brock, head laid on the cool counter, gave a lazy thumbs-up. “Sure, sure. Looks great. Can’t wait to watch it while drinking my coffee.”

 

See?” Ash said with a smug grin, “Brock gets it.”

 

Cilan furrowed his brows. “He isn’t even looking!”

 

As Ash crossed his arms, triumphant, Serena’s phone buzzed against the table. She glanced at the screen, her expression instantly shifting. Her eyes widened, and she sprang to her feet so abruptly that Pikachu fell back off the counter again.

 

“I’ve got to run!” she exclaimed, hurriedly grabbing her bag.

 

“Everything okay?” Ash asked, his brow furrowing.

 

“Yeah! Just… something came up.” She slung the bag over her shoulder and waved at them. “See you tomorrow!”

 

They all waved her off as she disappeared out the door. The café fell silent for a beat before Cilan tapped his chin thoughtfully. “You think she’s rushing to call her boyfriend?”

 

Ash froze mid-motion, his hand gripping the edge of the counter. He let out a sharp cough, choking on absolutely nothing. Pikachu lept off the floor, up onto the counter to pat Ash’s shoulder with concern.

 

Brock immediately sprang into action, patting Ash firmly on the back. “Whoa there, you okay?”

 

“Fine!” Ash sputtered, waving him off, though his ears were noticeably pink. “Totally fine. Doesn’t matter either way. Why would it matter? It doesn’t. Nope.”

 

Brock gave a slow, knowing smile, stepping back and crossing his arms. “Ohhhhhh. I understand now.”

 

Ash shot him a glare, his face now fully red. He busied himself by rearranging a set of coffee mugs, mumbling something about how ridiculous the conversation was.

 

He remembered how he had felt when she had asked him if he had a girlfriend. The slight panic mixed with embarrassment and amusement. He wondered how she would feel if he was the one asking.

 

Wait - why would he ask?

 

He quickly shook his head, but the faint sound of Serena’s light laughter lingered in his mind.

 

---

 

Serena fumbled with her phone as she weaved through the bustling city streets, the cold biting at her cheeks. The crowd was thick, a mix of hurried people and their Pokémon, and she pulled her scarf tighter around her neck to ward off the chill. Finally, finding a quieter corner near a lamppost, she paused to dial a familiar number. The line rang twice before the bright, unmistakable voice of May answered. 

 

“Serena! Oh my, its been too long since I’ve been able to call!” 

 

Serena smiled, her breath visible in the cold air. “Hey, May! Are you really coming back? You’re not just teasing me, right?”

 

May laughed, the sound warm and full of life. “Of course, I’m coming back! My movie wrapped up yesterday, and I’m finally free. I can’t wait to get back to some normalcy - or as normal as things get around here.”

 

“That’s amazing!” Serena said, her tone genuinely excited. “How was it? Tell me everything!”

 

“Oh, Serena, you wouldn’t believe it!” May launched into an enthusiastic recount of her experience. “The cast was incredible - like, every single one of them. The director was so intense but in the best way possible. And guess who I got to work with?”

 

Serena already had a feeling where this was going - she had seen the advertising posters - but her heart still skipped a beat as May practically squealed the answer.

 

“Aria! The Aria! I know you’ve loved her since forever, right? She’s just as incredible in person. No, scratch that - she’s even better! Her professionalism, her grace... and she’s so kind, Serena. She even gave me some tips during one of our scenes! I swear, I was shaking the entire time.”

 

Serena forced a smile, gripping her phone tighter. “Wow... That sounds amazing. She’s been my idol since I was ten. I can’t even imagine what it must have been like to work with her.”

 

May continued, oblivious to the small pang of envy building in Serena’s chest. “And the costumes! Oh, the dresses were stunning, Serena. You would’ve loved them. They had this one gown with sequins that sparkled like stars under the lights - it was magical.”

 

Serena’s heart sank further, the weight of jealousy pressing down on her. She hated the feeling. May’s my friend, she reminded herself firmly. I should be happy for her.

 

“Serena?” May’s voice softened, breaking through her thoughts. “You okay?”

 

“I’m fine,” Serena said quickly, trying to sound cheerful. “Really, it sounds like an incredible experience.”

 

May hesitated for a moment, then asked gently, “How did your audition go?”

 

That question was like a lifeline, and Serena grabbed onto it eagerly. Her face lit up, and her voice gained new energy. “Oh! I got a role! It’s not a lead or anything, but it’s still important. And I’ve been working with this girl named Shauna. She’s really nice, and we’re already becoming friends.”

 

“Oh, Serena, that’s amazing!” May exclaimed. “I knew you could do it. Congratulations!”

 

“Thanks,” Serena said, her cheeks flushing with pride.

 

May’s tone shifted, becoming a little sly. “So... how’s your progress in the ‘other’ field?”

 

Serena blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

 

May laughed. “You know... Ash.”

 

Serena froze, her cheeks instantly heating. “May!”

 

“What? Don’t act so surprised,” May teased. “I mean, I’m the one who told you about him in the first place. Remember?”

 

Serena did remember. It had been about a month ago when May had found Ash running Café Ketchum. She’d realized, almost instantly, that the “mystery boy” Serena had crushed on since they were kids at summer camp was the same Ash Ketchum who now brewed coffee and charmed customers with his warm smile.

 

Well, maybe May didn’t describe him like that. It was perfectly possible it was her own bias clouding her vision.

 

“Has he figured out it’s you yet?” May asked.

 

Serena bit her lip. “No. He hasn’t.”

 

“Are you going to tell him?”

 

Serena hesitated, her breath fogging the air as she thought. “I... I don’t think so. Not yet, anyway. I kinda want him to remember on his own.”

 

There was a pause on the other end of the line before May spoke again, her voice softer now. “And your crush? How’s that going?”

 

Serena’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. She glanced at her reflection in a nearby shop window, the faint blush on her cheeks betraying her feelings. “It’s... probably stronger now than it ever was,” she admitted quietly.

 

“Really?” May asked, her voice tinged with surprise.

 

Serena nodded, even though May couldn’t see her. “I wasn’t sure, you know? It’s been almost fifteen years since we met. People change, and I didn’t know if I’d still feel the same way. I mean, I was five. But after spending these last two weeks seeing him almost every day at the café...” She trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know I do.”

 

May was silent for a moment before she let out a soft laugh. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

 

Serena groaned. “May...”

 

“I mean it,” May said, her tone warm and encouraging. “I’m rooting for you, Serena. You’ve got this - both the show and Ash. And when I’m back in the city, we’re totally catching up, okay?”

 

“Okay,” Serena said, smiling despite herself. “Thanks, May.”

 

“Anytime,” May replied. “Good luck, Serena. I’ll see you soon!”

 

As the call ended, Serena lingered for a moment, her phone still warm in her hand. The jealousy she’d felt earlier had melted away, replaced by a mix of determination and a fluttery kind of excitement. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her scarf and set off down the street, her steps lighter than before.

 

She pulled out her phone, scrolled to her schedule, and scanned it quickly. Filming was set to start in a few weeks - right after Christmas. 

 

Oh. Christmas. Her cheeks started to flush again, thinking about Christmas in the café. Her cheeks turned pink as a thought struck her. The café would definitely be decorated; there was no way Ash wouldn’t go all out, and there’d probably be mistletoe…

 

Was she being delusional? She wasn’t being delusional, right?

 

Oh well, Serena thought happily as she made her way to her apartment. 

 

After everything, maybe she earned the right to be a little delusional.

Notes:

Hello, hello, hello! It’s wonderful to be back!!! I got sick last week, but I’m all better now, and I got a chapter for you fine people to show for it!

I have a little too much energy but we’ll worry about that LATER.

Anyways, here we have a more laid back chapter, I honestly prefer writing these because I love the character interactions - not that the battles weren’t fun 😁

Also, I know some of you are rather curious critters and have noticed that Ash’s past has been something of a mystery in this fic - and to those of you who have noticed that, I’ll just ask you to keep that with you, I promise everything will be explored :)

And my cuties are being cute, but what else is new? Ash and Serena are my everything :)

Next chapter is the Christmas chapter!! It will approprietely be titled “A Christmas at Café Ketchum“ because I have the creativity of a toddler!! Jokes apart, its shaping up to be a real cute one, so I hope you look forward to that

See yall soon! Thank you so much for reading!!!!

Chapter 7: A Christmas at Café Ketchum

Notes:

Merry Christmas everyone!!! I wanted to post this yesterday but god I just did not have time 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I hope you enjoy!!!

Brock always marveled at Ash’s speed.

 

Even as an eager ten-year-old ready to face the world, Ash had always been in a hurry, never seeming to have enough time for anything.

 

Now, even after settling down, Brock was pleased to see that Ash hadn’t lost that energy. In just one day, Ash had managed to transform the café into a Winter Wonderland.

 

Standing just inside Café Ketchum’s front door, a warm smile spread across Brock’s face as he took in the scene. What was usually a cozy, inviting café now brimmed with holiday magic. Strings of fairy lights twinkled like tiny stars across the ceiling, casting a golden glow over the bustling room. A garland of pine, decked with bright red ribbons and jingling bells, curled along the counter and wrapped neatly around the columns.

 

The centerpiece of it all was the tree. It stood tall near the café’s corner - nearly brushing the ceiling - ornamented with handcrafted Poké Ball baubles, shimmering tinsel, and even a few subtle trinkets shaped like Pikachu’s ears. At the very top perched a golden star, its edges glowing faintly from Clemont's “adjustments.” Brock chuckled, recalling how the invention-savvy Lumiose Gym Leader had turned an ordinary star into a solar-powered beacon, one that pulsed gently whenever someone placed an order. Clemont called it “festive functionalism.”

 

Speaking of the inventor…

 

The “Clemontic TV,” Ash’s newest treasure from last week, was now mounted proudly on the wall. Instead of displaying the regular menu, the device cycled through an animated fireplace - warmth and crackling sound effects included - with items of food and drink every so often floating from the hearth. Occasionally, festive jingles played, accompanied by Pokémon like Jigglypuff and Chimecho dancing across the screen in cute, seasonal animations. It shouldn’t have fit in a rustic café like this, but somehow - just somehow - Ash made it work. 

 

It was classic Ash: unexpected, a little over-the-top, but full of heart.

 

The smell of fresh-baked cookies and mulled cider wafted through the air, making Brock’s stomach growl. He turned toward the counter, where Ash stood at the helm, his usual cap replaced by a ridiculous red Santa hat and an even goofier grin. Pikachu sat perched on his shoulder, sporting a little green scarf.

 

“Brock!” Ash called, waving him over. His hands were covered in flour, and upon closer examination, Pikachu looked just as messy. “You’re late! I was about to put you on dish duty.” 

 

“I was too busy admiring your genius décor,” Brock chuckled, shaking his head as he approached. He paused as laughter erupted from the back kitchen, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone shouting about an oven timer. “Did you do all this yourself, or did you have elves hiding in the back?”

 

Ash grinned, ducking as a towel came flying through the kitchen window. “Yeah, they’re a bunch of high schoolers who’ve been helping out during their breaks. It’s been great - more hands, more chaos!”

 

“High schoolers?” Brock echoed, amused. “Since when did you become a mentor?”

 

Ash shrugged, clearly proud despite his nonchalance. “Since they decided I was cool enough to hang out with. They help out, they get a paycheck, and everyone gets free cookies. It’s a win-win!”

 

“Pika!” Pikachu added in agreement, swiping at a dollop of frosting on Ash’s sleeve.

 

Brock laughed and leaned against the counter just as a figure emerged from the back. Kiawe, as Brock guessed from his nametag, rolled up his sleeves and furrowed his brow in intense focus, carrying out a tray of cookies like he was handling precious cargo. “Ash, second batch is done! No burns this time.”

 

“Nice work, Kiawe!” Ash called back.

 

Behind him, a green haired girl popped her head through the kitchen window, grinning ear to ear. “And we didn’t even set off the smoke alarm! Progress!”

 

The chaos didn’t stop there. Sophocles sat at a table, frowning as he tried to scrape blue frosting off his fingers while Lana, perfectly composed, piped intricate details onto a gingerbread house. Lillie bustled past with a tray of steaming hot chocolate mugs, her movements graceful despite the whirlwind of energy swirling around her.

 

“Okay, team!” Ash said, clapping his hands together as he turned back to the group. “Cookies are out, cocoa is ready, and Pikachu says we need a taste test.”

 

“Pika-pi!” Pikachu chirped eagerly, leaping off Ash’s shoulder to claim the nearest cookie.

 

Brock watched the scene unfold, a smile tugging at his lips. Ash stood at the center of it all, moving between tasks with the same confidence he’d shown as a Pokémon Trainer - only now, instead of gym battles or tournaments, he was leading a group of eager teenagers in the art of holiday cheer. 

 

And somehow, it fit him perfectly.

 

“You know,” Brock said, accepting a steaming mug of cocoa as Ash handed it to him, “you’re good at this.”

 

Ash tilted his head. “Good at what?”

 

Brock gestured vaguely at the café, the kids, the tree that glittered in the corner. “This. All of it. It’s all so… special.”

 

Ash scratched the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. “It’s nothing fancy. I just like seeing everyone happy, y’know? It’s fun.”

 

Brock took a sip of his cocoa, warmth settling deep in his chest as he looked around. Kiawe and Mallow were bickering playfully over who got to frost the next batch of cookies, while Lillie fussed over Lana’s marshmallow-topped cocoa. Sophocles let out a triumphant cheer as he finally got his frosting to cooperate, all the while staring at the Clemontic TV in wonder, and Pikachu darted from table to table, sneaking crumbs wherever he could.

 

The laughter, the chaos, the music - it all blended together into something magical.

 

And at the center of it all, there was Ash, his Santa hat now askew, directing the show like he was born to do it.

 

Brock smiled to himself. “Well,” he said, rolling up his sleeves as he set his mug down, “where do you need me? Don’t tell me Sophocles is still on cookie duty.”

 

“Hey!” Sophocles protested, though his frosting-covered hands weren’t helping his case.

 

Ash burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Fine, Brock. You’re promoted to frosting. Sophocles, you’re on cleanup.”

 

“Again?!”

 

The laughter and chatter in the café buzzed on, Brock sinking into the warmth of it all as he piped frosting onto cookies with a level of precision he hadn’t used since mixing Pokémon medicine back when he was just starting out. Ash darted between tables in the meantime, managing orders and tasks with ease, a grin never leaving his face. 

 

After a while, Brock glanced up from his cookie tray, catching Ash staring toward the door. He followed his gaze outside, noticing the soft twinkle of small crystals drifting to the ground.

 

“It’s snowing,” Brock said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

 

Ash didn’t respond right away, his eyes fixed on the falling snow. There was something almost wistful in his expression.

 

Brock set the tray down and crossed his arms, leaning casually against the counter. “You haven’t seen snow in a while, have you?”

 

Ash’s shoulders stiffened slightly, and he glanced down at the floor, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “…Yeah,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

Brock studied him for a moment, but before he could say anything else, Ash murmured, almost to himself, “Maybe I should go out and see it again.”

 

Brock blinked, but before he could respond, the café door jingled open. A gust of chilly air swept in, carrying with it the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. Ash looked up, his usual enthusiasm ready to greet the guest - only for the words to die in his throat.

 

Serena stood in the doorway, brushing snowflakes from her hair, and Ash froze. She wore a snug Santa dress, the bright red fabric hugging her frame perfectly. The white faux fur trim along the hem and cuffs shimmered faintly under the café lights, and a matching Santa hat perched atop her honey-blonde hair. The dress flared slightly at her thighs, and her tall black boots completed her festive look. 

 

“Brrrrr!” She shivered as she turned to close the door. “It’s so chilly out!”

 

Ash’s face turned a shade of red that rivaled her outfit. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t even blink - just stared, utterly captivated. 

 

“Um… Ash?” Serena’s voice broke through as she stepped closer, tilting her head in concern. As she moved closer, he could make out a faint redness in her cheeks from the cold. “Are you okay?”

 

“I-uh-y-yeah!” Ash stammered, finally snapping out of his confusion. He fumbled with the towel in his hands, his words tripping over each other. “I-I mean, you just - you look - uh, really, really cute!”

 

The redness in his cheeks deepened, spreading all the way to his ears, and he looked down, clearly flustered. 

 

Serena’s face flushed just as furiously. She clasped her hands in front of her, glancing down at her outfit with a sudden shyness. “Oh… um, thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft but carrying a note of delight.

 

Brock, watching from the counter, couldn’t help but smile to himself. It was still a little strange - watching his friend, who for so long had carried an almost comical indifference toward romance, now standing there, fully red in the face. Ash’s usual obliviousness didn’t stand a chance against the girl in front of him. No matter how hard Ash tried to deny it, Brock could see the truth clear as day: his friend liked her. And how could he not? Serena stood there, dressed so beautifully, her presence lighting up the room in a way even Ash couldn’t ignore.

 

Before the moment could stretch any longer, Mallow’s voice rang out from across the room.

 

“Woah!” she exclaimed, bounding over with wide eyes. “You’re so pretty!”

 

Serena turned, startled, only to see the group of high schoolers gathering around her with bright smiles and curious expressions.

 

“Seriously,” Mallow continued, her grin only growing wider. “You look like you just stepped out of a holiday movie!”

 

Serena’s blush deepened, though she managed a grateful smile. “That’s really sweet of you to say.”

 

Kiawe nodded, his usual serious expression turning thoughtful. “It really suits the café’s theme quite well.”

 

Lana and Lillie chimed in as well, the latter shyly complementing Serena’s hat while Sophecles added something about how her outfit matched the Clemontic TV’s festive display.

 

Amid the whirlwind of compliments and introductions, Brock glanced back at Ash, who still stood frozen at the counter, eyes flicking back and forth at the interaction. A hint of a smile started to penetrate through the shocked expression, and his eyes were shining. 

 

“Earth to Ash,” Brock teased, giving him a light nudge with his elbow. “You gonna join the conversation or just keep staring?”

 

Ash blinked rapidly, shaking his head as if to clear it. “I-I’m coming!” he said, stepping forward - though his flushed face made it clear he wasn’t quite over the initial shock.

 

Mallow was the first to break the ice with Serena, sidling up to her with a mischievous grin. “So, Serena, right? Are you Ash’s friend? Or something else?”

 

The question earned an audible groan from Ash, who had gone back to manning the counter. “Every time, Mallow. Every single time.”

 

“What?” Mallow blinked innocently, turning back to Kiawe. “He’s technically our boss, right? We’ve gotta know!”

 

Kiawe rolled his eyes. “Please don’t drag me into this again, Mallow.”

 

Serena just laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Her voice got quieter, so just Mallow and Kiawe could hear. “We’re friends. But I admire him a lot,” Her gaze fell over Ash fondly, who was wrestling a cookie out of Pikachu’s hands with exasperated playfulness. “He works really hard, and he cares about everyone who comes here. Honestly, it’s inspiring.”

 

Mallow continued asking her questions, and eventually, others started to chime in. Kiawe asked if she grew up in Pallet Town (no). Lillie asked what her hobbies were (she liked dancing, singing, and Pokévision videos). Mallow asked if she knew how to bake (she was learning).

 

“Oh! How old are you?” Lana asked curiously, tilting her head.

 

“Oh, I’m 20. Same as Ash.” Serena replied without hesitation. 

 

Brock paused mid-sip of his cocoa, glanced up with a raised eyebrow. Ash hadn’t noticed, and was laughing along with everyone else. Brock murmured into his cup. “That’s odd.”

 

As the hours passed, the warmth of the café deepened. The teenagers lingered, sharing stories and laughter, their voices mixing with the soft hum of holiday music. Outside, the snow continued to fall, casting a soft glow through the café windows.

 

Serena had become the center of attention, her easy laughter and genuine smile drawing everyone in. Even Brock found himself charmed by her warmth and openness. It was no wonder Ash had such a soft spot for her.

 

Ash, for his part, had calmed down - at least on the surface. He kept busy refilling mugs of cocoa and sneaking glances at Serena whenever he thought no one was looking. Brock noticed, of course, but he chose to keep his observations to himself.

 

The evening transitioned smoothly into a quieter rhythm. Most of the high schoolers had settled at a large table near the tree, admiring their handiwork on the cookies and gingerbread houses. Pikachu had claimed a spot by the animated fireplace on the Clemontic TV, his tiny snores blending with the crackling sound effects.

 

Serena found herself sitting with Lillie and Lana, a mug of cocoa warming her hands. The conversation had shifted to lighter topics - favorite holiday traditions, favorite Pokémon, and dreams for the future.

 

“I grew up with my mom all my life - I’m honestly still pretty new to the city,” Serena sighed into her empty cocoa cup. “It can be a lot sometimes.”

 

“Do you miss your mom?” Lillie asked suddenly, her voice soft.

 

Serena blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Oh… I do,” she admitted. “She’s back in Vaniville Town. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”

 

“Do you talk often?” Lillie pressed, her tone curious.

 

Serena hesitated, her fingers tightening around her mug. “Not as much as I should,” she admitted. “She doesn’t really know what I’m doing here yet.”

 

Ash, who had been passing by with a tray of empty mugs, stopped mid-step. “Wait, you haven’t told her?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he set the tray down on the counter.

 

Serena shook her head, her gaze dropping to the table. “No. She doesn’t know I’m trying to be an actress.”

 

Lillie and Lana exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and sympathy.

 

Ash pulled out a chair and sat down across from Serena, his eyes searching hers. “Why not?”

 

Serena let out a soft sigh. “She’s always had these expectations for me. She wanted me to be a Rhyhorn racer, like her. When I told her I didn’t want that, it took a long time for her to understand. And now… I don’t know if she’ll understand this.”

 

Ash leaned forward, his expression serious but kind. “Serena, you’re already doing it. You’re not just trying - you’re acting. And you’re good at it. I’ve seen how passionate you were in the audition.”

 

Serena’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look up. Her voice came out wavery. “But what if she doesn’t support me?”

 

“She loves you,” Ash said simply. “And if she finds out from someone else - or worse, she sees you on TV as a surprise - it might hurt her. I’m sure she’d rather hear it from you.” 

 

Serena looked up, her blue eyes wide. “You really think so?”

 

“I know so,” Ash said, his voice steady. He grinned, and his smile was almost blinding. “And I think she’d be proud. I mean, you’ve already come this far. That’s amazing.” 

 

A small, tentative smile spread across Serena’s face, the weight on her shoulders seeming to lighten just a little. Her earlier hesitation began to fade, replaced by a flicker of determination that shone in her eyes. She let out a soft breath, as though releasing the fear she’d been holding onto for so long.

 

“You’re right,” she said, her voice quiet but steady. “I’ll tell her soon. I have to. I can’t keep hiding how I feel, even if it’s scary.” Her gaze dropped to her hands, clasped tightly in her lap, before she looked back up at Ash. “Thank you, Ash. Really. You’re always helping me and I-I really don’t know how to make it all up to you. Thank you.”

 

Ash’s smile widened, soft and unbidden, as warmth bloomed in his chest. Something about the way she said his name - gentle, yet filled with quiet care - stirred a feeling deep within him, steady and reassuring. “Anytime,” he murmured, his voice carrying the same warmth he felt.

 

Lana stood frozen a few feet away, her mouth slightly open as her gaze flicked between Ash and Serena. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but she knew better than to interrupt… whatever this was. Her curiosity burned, but her instinct told her to stay quiet and just watch.

 

Lillie, meanwhile, didn’t even try to hide her smile. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes briefly as the low hum of conversation and the gentle warmth of the café seeped into her, relaxing every tense muscle. Whatever unspoken connection was unfolding between Ash and Serena, it was oddly soothing to witness, like everything was as it should be.

 

Before anyone could say anything more, Lillie’s phone buzzed on the table, its sharp sound cutting through the calm. All three turned their attention to it, the moment dissolving into the background.

 

Lillie glanced at the screen, and her expression froze. Her bright demeanor dimmed for just a moment - just long enough for Ash to notice.

 

“Sorry, everyone,” she said abruptly, standing up. She held her phone tightly, her fingers trembling just enough to betray her calm tone. “I have to go. My mom’s calling me.”

 

The group murmured their goodbyes, but Ash’s gaze stayed fixed on Lillie. Something about the way she avoided everyone’s eyes set him on edge.

 

“Lillie,” Ash called as she reached the door. “Wait.”

 

She paused, her hand on the doorknob. Snowflakes swirled outside, the icy wind curling around her as she turned back to face him.

 

“What is it?” she asked, her voice carefully neutral.

 

Ash stepped closer, his brows drawn together in concern. “Is everything okay? You looked… I don’t know, kinda worried.”

 

For a moment, Lillie’s carefully constructed mask slipped. Her lips parted, her eyes searching his face as if she wanted - needed - to tell him something. But then, just as quickly, she forced a smile, her expression bright but unmistakably hollow.

 

“Everything’s fine!” she said, her voice high and too quick. “I just have to get home.”

 

Ash opened his mouth to say more, to push just a little, but before he could, Lillie turned and slipped out the door. The bell above it jingled softly, and then she was gone, disappearing into the snowy night.

 

Ash stood there for a moment, staring after her. The snow outside blurred his view, but the image of her strained smile stayed with him, lingering in his mind like a shadow he couldn’t shake.

 

“Is everything okay?” Serena’s voice broke through his thoughts. He turned to see her standing a few steps behind him with a worried expression on her face.

 

Ash shrugged, his shoulders heavy with a tension he couldn’t quite shake. “I don’t know,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I just… I feel like something’s wrong, but she didn’t want to say it. And I don’t know why.”

 

Serena stepped closer, her eyes soft and full of understanding. Tentatively, she rested a hand on his shoulder, her touch gentle but grounding. “Sometimes it takes a while for people to open up,” she said, her voice steady and reassuring. “You helped me through that, remember? Just by being there. Knowing you, she’ll feel safe enough to talk when she’s ready.”

 

Ash let out a slow breath, her words sinking in. The tightness in his chest loosened ever so slightly, and he glanced back outside. The snow had picked up, flurries falling faster now, coating the street in a thickening blanket of white. “Thanks, Serena,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of relief. “I just… I hope I’m overthinking this.”

 

Serena’s quiet giggle caught him off guard, and he turned to her, his brow furrowing in surprise. “What’s so funny?”

 

“It’s not that,” she said, shaking her head with a soft smile. “It’s just… you’re so caring. It’s amazing, Ash.”

 

Her words hit him like a gentle wave, warm and unexpected. He managed a smile in return, but his gaze lingered on her a moment longer than he intended. The way the café lights danced in her eyes, the way her smile seemed to brighten everything around her - it all made him feel something he couldn’t quite put into words.

 

And he couldn’t help but notice, once again, how cute she looked in her festive outfit. It wasn’t just the dress, though it was undeniably adorable - it was everything about her. The way she carried herself, the way her presence felt steady and bright, like a quiet reassurance in the middle of a storm.

 

It wasn’t like he had no experience with cutesy things - he vividly remembered a few years back when Dawn had dressed up Pikachu and Piplup in matching Pumpkaboo costumes. Pikachu had looked equal parts annoyed and adorable, and Ash had secretly thought it was one of the funniest things he’d ever seen. But, as much as he hated to admit it - especially to Pikachu - Serena completely blew that memory out of the water.

 

Wait - he wasn’t staring too much, was he? This was a completely normal amount of staring… right?

 

Well… is there a normal level of staring?

 

Ash shifted awkwardly, his eyes trailing down to her side, where they landed on the bag she had slung over her shoulder. He blinked, suddenly distracted. “Wait,” he said, pointing to it. “Do you have to leave too?”

 

Serena tilted her head, following his gaze to her bag, and a faint blush dusted her cheeks. “Oh! No, I just brought it because…” She hesitated, her fingers tightening slightly around the strap. Finally, she pulled out a small box, neatly wrapped with a bow. “I, uh… may or may not have brought you something.”

 

 

Ash’s eyebrows shot up, and he straightened immediately. “For me?”

 

She nodded, holding it out to him, though she seemed a little flustered. “It’s a surprise,” she said quickly. “But you can’t open it until tomorrow morning, okay?”

 

Ash blinked, his hands hovering over the gift. “Tomorrow? But why not now?”

 

Serena giggled, though her blush deepened. “Because it’s part of the whole Christmas morning thing! Just… promise me you’ll wait?”

 

Ash sighed, reluctantly nodding as he carefully placed the box on the counter. “Fine, but you’re really testing my patience here.”

 

She laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’ll be worth the wait. I promise.”

 

Before the moment could settle, Ash’s eyes widened as something seemed to click in his head. “Wait!” he blurted, spinning around so fast that Serena jumped. “I almost forgot!”

 

“Forgot what?” she asked, startled.

 

“Stay right here!” Ash darted toward the back of the café, leaving Serena standing there, confused.

 

A minute later, he returned, grinning from ear to ear and holding a small slip of paper. He thrust it toward her, practically buzzing with excitement. “Here!”

 

Serena blinked, taking the paper from his hands. At the top, in bold letters, was a name she immediately recognized: Professor Sycamore. Below it was a phone number.

 

“Ash, what is this?” she asked, her voice soft and curious.

 

Ash scratched the back of his head, his grin turning a little sheepish. “I, uh, talked to Professor Sycamore the other day. After seeing you in the audition, how much you cared about Pikachu, and just… how amazing you were with Pokémon, I thought…” He paused, his words picking up speed as his excitement grew. “I thought you needed a Pokémon of your own. Y’know, for your acting career and everything. So, I asked him if he’d help, and he said yes! He’s expecting you, Serena. He’ll help you pick your first Pokémon.”

 

She felt her breath hitch as she stared at the slip of paper in her hands. Her vision blurred slightly as tears welled up in her eyes, and before Ash could say another word, she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

 

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

 

Ash blinked in surprise, but then a warm smile spread across his face as he hugged her back. “You’re welcome,” he said softly, his words barely above a whisper.

 

For a moment, the world around them seemed to fade. The chatter of the group of high schoolers in the corner and the faint clinking of dishes from Brock in the kitchen all felt distant. All Ash could focus on was the warmth of Serena’s hug and the way her gratitude felt like a gift in itself.

 

When they finally pulled apart, Serena wiped at her eyes, laughing quietly. “You’re really full of surprises, Ash.”

 

He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I guess I’ve just got a little holiday spirit in me today.”

 

Serena smiled back, clutching the slip of paper close to her chest. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

 

Ash chuckled, his cheeks a little pink. “Just promise me one thing.”

 

“What’s that?”

 

“That you’ll let me be your first battle when you’re ready,” he said, his eyes sparkling with determination.

 

Serena laughed, the sound light and full of joy. “Deal.”

 

---

Brock stood in the kitchen, surveying the aftermath of the day’s festivities. The counter was cluttered with plates and utensils, and the sink was stacked high with dishes. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. The least he could do to help Ash out was start cleaning up. Rolling up his sleeves, he turned on the faucet and got to work, scrubbing away the remnants of cookie batter and leftover frosting.

 

As he busied himself with the dishes, his phone buzzed on the counter. His hands were covered in soap suds, so the Rotom Phone floated up to his face. Misty’s familiar face appeared on the screen, her expression lighting up when she saw him.

 

“Hey, Brock!” she greeted, her voice warm and cheerful. “Merry Christmas Eve!”

 

“Merry Christmas Eve, Misty!” Brock replied, his grin wide. “It’s great to hear from you.”

 

“Same here,” Misty said. “So, how’s Ash’s café holding up? You surviving?”

 

Brock chuckled, glancing around the chaotic kitchen. “It’s actually starting to get pretty popular. Word’s spreading. Ash has come a long way.”

 

Misty smirked, leaning closer to the screen. “And you? You’ve gone from Pokémon breeder to Pokémon doctor to Ash’s personal dishwasher, huh?”

 

Brock laughed along with her. “Hey, I don’t mind. It’s the least I can do to help him out. After everything Ash has done for us over the years… I owe him that much.”

 

Misty’s teasing smile softened into something more thoughtful. “Yeah. He’s always been there for us. I just… I hope he’s happy here, you know? That he’s finally okay.”

 

Brock paused, her words settling over him like a gentle weight. He nodded, his voice quieter now. “I think he is. Things seem to be going pretty well for him,” He paused, and a sly grin spread across his face. “Actually… there might be another reason why he’s been in such a good mood lately.”

 

She blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

 

Brock leaned closer to the phone, his grin widening. “I think Ash might be in love.”

 

Misty’s jaw dropped. ? Ash? In love? Are you serious?”

 

“Completely serious,” Brock said, chuckling. “There’s this girl - Serena. She’s an aspiring actress and a regular at the café. And let’s just say Ash gets… flustered around her.”

 

Misty stared at him, stunned. Then she burst out cackling. “Ash? Flustered? What would that even look like? He’s been oblivious for as long as I’ve known him! Oh, this poor girl.”

 

Brock smirked, his voice teasing. “Oh, I seem to remember a certain gym leader who used to have a crush on him.”

 

Misty’s face matched her hair as she waved her hands in protest. “Oh, come on! That was ages ago! Besides, Ash was so dense back then, he didn’t even notice!”

 

The two shared a laugh, the easy camaraderie between them as natural as ever. Brock wiped a tear from his eye and sighed. “Oh, speaking of Serena, she was in that audition you helped set up.”

 

Misty tilted her head, her smile faltering. “Audition? What audition?”

 

“Remember? That director guy - I think his name was Victor? - anyways, he came to Ash asking if his group of tv guys could come in and host an audition for the lead role there. Said you were the one who recommended the cafe. Serena did great.”

 

Misty frowned, confusion etched on her face. “Wait… what? Brock, I don’t know any directors named Victor.”

 

The words hit Brock like a bucket of cold water. His hands froze, still submerged in the soapy water. “You… don’t?”

 

“No,” Misty said firmly. “Brock, are you sure that’s what he said?”

 

The air in the kitchen felt heavier, the warm glow of the café lights suddenly dimming in Brock’s mind. His stomach churned as the weight of her words sank in.

 

“Misty…” he said slowly, his voice strained. “I don’t know what to think.”

 

“Brock?” Misty’s voice sharpened, tinged with worry. “Is Ash okay?”

 

Brock didn’t answer right away. He washed the soap off his hands and moved to the kitchen window, his gaze landing on Ash and Serena by the Christmas tree. They were talking, their faces lit with soft smiles. For a moment, everything looked normal. Peaceful.

 

But the unease gnawing at Brock refused to let go.

 

“Misty,” he said quietly, “I’ll keep an eye on him. Don’t worry.”

 

“Don’t worry?” Misty’s tone was fierce now, her words sharp. “Brock, if anything happens to Ash - if anyone even thinks about hurting him - I’ll be there faster than an angry Gyarados. You hear me?”

 

Brock managed a faint smile at her fiery response. “Got it. I’ll keep you posted.”

 

“Good,” Misty said firmly. “Take care of him, Brock. And yourself.”

 

The call ended, leaving Brock alone with his thoughts. He turned his gaze back to the window, his eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on Serena. Earlier that day, she’d casually mentioned being twenty, adding with certainty, “Same as Ash.”

 

Brock frowned. How did she know? Did she guess? No, her tone had been too confident, too sure. It wasn’t a guess - it was deliberate.

 

He thought back to a conversation he’d had with Ash not long ago. When Brock had asked how old Serena was, Ash had blinked, looking genuinely puzzled before admitting, “I don’t know.”

 

The unease in Brock’s chest deepened, sharpening into suspicion. Serena seemed kind, genuine, and sincere - but was she? Could she really be trusted?

 

His jaw tightened as his thoughts spiraled. The peaceful image of Serena and Ash by the Christmas tree didn’t feel as comforting as it had moments ago.

 

How did she know?

Notes:

Hi guys! Merry Christmas again! I hope your holiday season is as festive, if not more, than what our cuties have going on here. And what a chapter! 5000+ words! And stuff happens! Brock is suspicious! Ash is falling!

Oh, and what’s going on with Lillie? Oh well, I’m sure its not important.

I hope you really liked reading this, i love hearing your feedback. Apologies for any grammar mistakes in this little note to you guys, I’m writing this in an airport about to board my flight back home.

Love yall! Next chapter will def be after Jan 1st, so I’ll just say it: see you next year!!! I hope your 2025 is amazing 💕💕💕

Chapter 8: A Scheme Ignites at Café Ketchum

Notes:

GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR BEING AWAY FOR SO LONG 🤧🤧🤧 PLEASE FORGIVE ME

 

I made this one long for you guys, I hope you enjoy!!!

The soft glow of the early morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Shauna’s apartment, bathing the room in a warm, golden light. Despite the serene ambiance, the two young women seated cross-legged on the floor were anything but calm. Scripts lay scattered between them, coffee mugs balanced precariously on a cluttered table nearby.

 

“Alright,” Shauna said, flipping a page of her script and running a hand through her slightly disheveled hair. “Let’s take it from the top. And this time, Serena, remember: Lily is kind, but she’s got a backbone. Don’t let me steamroll you, okay?”

 

Serena nodded, clutching her script tightly. She glanced down at the title printed in bold letters: Detective Evanna. A small smile tugged at her lips. Filming was just a few days away, and the thought of stepping onto a real set sent a thrill of excitement through her, despite the exhaustion tugging at her eyelids.

 

Shauna cleared her throat, and in an instant, her bubbly demeanor vanished, replaced by the sharp, focused intensity of Detective Evanna. Her posture stiffened, her eyes narrowed with concern, and her voice took on a tone that was both firm and tinged with unspoken worry.

 

“Lily, I told you to stay home ,” Shauna said, her voice steady but carrying a faint edge of desperation.

 

Serena blinked, caught off guard by the sudden transformation. Shanua’s shift, from light and bubbly to concerned and almost frustrated, was so complete, so convincing, that it sent a small thrill down her spine. Her mind shifted with possibilities surrounding the conversation. Maybe they had just escaped a particularly dangerous criminal hideout, standing in rain after Lily almost got hurt. She imagined the usually stoic Detective Evanna staring back at her partner with genuine, unbridled worry . 

 

She channeled those feelings as she slipped into her own role. Her character, Lily, was meant to balance the detective’s intensity with her warmth, her kindness. Whether it be intense anger during an interrogation, intense sorrow during perceived failures, and even as she would be now: intense worry. She took a deep breath.

 

“And I told you, Evanna, that I wasn’t going to just sit around while you got yourself in trouble snooping around again. We’re a team . Let me help you.”

 

Shauna’s eyes narrowed, her expression calculating, as if she were truly considering Lily’s words. “Fine,” she said at last, her tone begrudging. “But if you get hurt-”

 

“I won’t.” Serena affirmed, smiling softly as she slipped back into herself. 

 

The two paused, breaking into quiet laughter. “That was good,” Shauna said, her usual cheer returning. “You’re really getting there, Serena.”

 

“Thanks,” Serena replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You make it look so easy.”

 

“ Pfft ,” Shauna said with a playful wave of her hand, as if brushing off the compliment. “I’ve just had more practice, that’s all. You’ll be right there with me before you know it.”

 

They continued running lines, slipping into their characters more naturally with each repetition. Between takes, their conversation turned to the show itself.

 

“It’s a pretty long script for a pilot, don’t you think?” Serena asked, flipping through the pages.

 

Shauna nodded, stretching her arms above her head. “Yeah, it’s a bit of a beast. There’s a lot riding on this one.”

 

Serena tilted her head, curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

 

Shauna hesitated for a moment, then set her script down. “This show’s an adaptation of a famous book series. The author - Eleanor Wren - passed away a few months ago. This pilot is the studio’s way of proving to her family that they’ll treat the story with the love and care it deserves.”

 

Serena blinked. “Eleanor Wren?” she asked softly.

 

Shauna’s face lit up. “Wait, you’ve never heard of her? Hang on.” She leapt to her feet and rummaged through the cluttered desk nearby. After a few moments, she pulled out a hardcover book, the title embossed in bold gold letters. Detective Evanna. Eleanor Wren’s name shimmered beneath the title like a signature.

 

Serena reached out, her fingers brushing against the cover of the book Shauna held out. The weight of it felt heavier than it should have, the title and name shimmering faintly in the soft morning light. Her fingertips glided over the gold lettering, tracing the author’s name as if trying to connect with the person who had created these stories, these characters that had become so vivid in her mind.

 

This is the person, Serena thought, her heart swelling with a mix of awe and what must have been melancholy. The person who brought Evanna, Lily, EVERYONE alive.

 

The book felt alive in her hands, brimming with the voice and vision of its creator. She imagined Eleanor Wren hunched over a desk, pouring her heart and soul into every word, shaping the world that Serena and Shauna now inhabited as actors. A lump rose in her throat as she wondered what kind of person Eleanor must have been, how she saw the world, and what inspired her to craft such a gripping, heartfelt story.

 

“She lived here,” Shauna said softly, her usual exuberance replaced by a rare solemnity. “In the city. Just a few blocks from here, actually.”

 

Serena looked up, her brow furrowing. “Really? I didn’t know that.”

 

Shauna nodded, setting the book down gently on the cluttered table between them, as though it were a fragile artifact. “Yeah. She finished the series only a few months before she passed. She… she didn’t get to see how much her stories meant to people. The books didn’t even get popular until after she was gone.”

 

The room seemed to grow quieter, the air heavier. Serena’s gaze fell back to the book, her fingers resting on the embossed letters of Eleanor’s name. She thought of the joy and sorrow contained within those pages, the hours of work, the love for the characters that must have driven Eleanor to complete the series. And yet, Eleanor never got to witness the impact her stories had made. 

 

The thought was almost unbearable.

 

“She must have been so proud of this,” Serena said softly, her fingers quivering slightly as her hands traced the novel’s spine. “Even if she didn’t see how many people it touched, she must have known she created something incredible.”

 

Shauna’s smile was faint but genuine. “I hope so. I like to think she knew, deep down. But it’s why this show is so important, you know? The studio wants to do right by her. To show her family - and the fans - that they care. That her legacy means something.”

 

The weight of Shauna’s words settled heavily in the room, and Serena found herself gripping the book a little tighter. She glanced down at the shimmering gold lettering of Eleanor Wren’s name, the responsibility suddenly feeling enormous. The pressure to honor a story so beloved, so deeply meaningful to so many, was unlike anything she’d ever faced.

 

Her thoughts spiraled, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out, “Wait - Shauna -”

 

Shauna blinked, surprised. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

 

“I mean - this is my first major role,” Her voice trembled, her wide-eyed panic cutting through the calm of the moment. “What if… what if I’m not good enough? What if I can’t prove myself? This is - I mean, it deserves so much better !”

 

Shauna blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the vulnerability in Serena’s voice. Then, with a gentle smile, she set her script down and reached across the table, placing her hand over Serena’s. “Hey,” she said softly, her usual energy tempered with genuine warmth. “We’re going to do our best. That’s all anyone can ask for. And as long as we bring passion to this, as long as we care about the story and the characters, I know we’ll do great.”

 

Serena hesitated, searching Shauna’s eyes for reassurance. The words, though simple, carried a weight that began to soothe her nerves. “You really think so?”

 

Shauna nodded firmly. “Absolutely. And hey, if you ever feel lost, this might help.” She picked up the book again, holding it out to Serena. “Take it. Read through it. Get to know Evanna and Lily the way Eleanor imagined them.”

 

Serena’s eyes widened. “Are you sure? I mean, this is yours-”

 

“Of course I’m sure,” Shauna said, pressing the book into Serena’s hands. “Just promise me you’ll take good care of it.”

 

“I will,” Serena said earnestly, clutching the book to her chest as if it were a priceless treasure. “Thank you, Shauna. Really.”

 

“Anytime,” Shauna said with a wink. “Just show that book some love. It deserves it.”

 

Before Serena could respond, her phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with a notification. She glanced at it, and her heart skipped a beat. “Oh no!” she exclaimed. “I have an appointment with Professor Sycamore. I completely forgot!”

 

Shauna perked up, her grin returning in full force. “Professor Sycamore? No way! That’s where my friends and I got our first Pokémon! You’re going to love him. He’s the nicest guy.”

 

Serena hesitated, fidgeting with the edge of her phone case. “It’s just… the Pokémon. I’ve never had one before. What if I don’t bond with it? What if I’m not a good trainer?”

 

Shauna waved a dismissive hand. “Relax, Serena. You were amazing with Pikachu during the audition. You’ll be great.”

 

“That was different,” Serena said quickly. “I already knew Pikachu. We’ve… spent time together before.”

 

Shauna tilted her head, a thoughtful smile spreading across her face. “Exactly. And once you get your starter, you’ll spend time together too. You’ll get to know them inside and out, and they’ll get to know you. Trust me, it’ll be amazing.”

 

Serena took a deep breath, letting Shauna’s confidence wash over her. “Thanks, Shauna. I needed that.”

 

“Anytime,” Shauna said, leaning back with a smug grin. “But wait - what do you mean you already knew Pikachu? And come to think of it, you seemed pretty close to that café guy... what was his name again? Ash?”

 

At this, Serena felt her face flush a deep, unmistakable red. “I-uh-well, that’s… I mean-”

 

Shauna’s smirk widened as realization dawned. “ Ohhh ,” she teased, leaning forward with sparkling eyes. “There’s a story here. And you will spill the tea next time we meet.”

 

“I - there’s no tea !” Serena stammered, her blush deepening as she scrambled to her feet. “I really have to go or I’ll be late!”

 

Shauna laughed, waving her off. “Fine, fine. Go on. But don’t think you’re off the hook.”

 

Serena hurried toward the door, her mind swirling with thoughts of Ash and how much Shauna had already guessed. She was just about to step out when Shauna called after her.

 

“Hey, Serena!”

 

She turned back, and Shauna was holding up the book. “You almost forgot this.”

 

Serena’s eyes widened, and she rushed back to take it, her hands trembling slightly as she accepted it. “Thanks, Shauna. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

 

“You’ll do great,” Shauna said with a reassuring smile. “We both will.”

 

Serena clutched the book tightly. “Thanks,” she said softly. “For everything.”

 

With one last nod, she turned and left, the book tucked securely under her arm. As she walked down the hallway, her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions - excitement for her first Pokémon, determination for her role, and the lingering embarrassment of Shauna’s teasing. But above it all was a quiet, growing resolve. She would do her best, not just for herself, but for the legacy she now held in her hands.

 

---

 

“Woah, woah, slow down. What happened?” Ash asked, raising his hands as if to physically slow down Sophocles’ frantic pacing. Pikachu, perched on the counter, tilted his head in curiosity, his ears twitching as he followed the conversation.

 

Sophocles spun around, a mix of excitement and nervous energy radiating off him. “I got a date! Tomorrow! Can you believe it?”

 

Ash blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Oh. A date, huh?”

 

“Wow,” Kiawe interjected from behind the espresso machine, his tone dripping with mock astonishment. “The apocalypse must be near.”

 

“Hey!” Sophocles huffed, puffing out his chest. “I’ll have you know I’m very charming!”

 

Mallow, balancing a tray of pastries, smirked as she set it down on a nearby table. “Charming, sure. But do they know you talk about coding and power grids for fun?”

 

“Come on, guys,” Ash said, shaking his head as he leaned on the counter. “Let him finish.” He glanced at Pikachu, who nodded in agreement. “This is a big deal for him.”

 

Sophocles straightened his glasses, grateful for the backup. “Thank you, Ash. Anyway, she’s this girl I met online in a Pokémon trivia group. Her favorite Pokémon is Togedemaru, so, you know, we’ve got common interests. We’re meeting at the park tomorrow!”

 

Kiawe raised an eyebrow, his skepticism still apparent. “You met… online?”

 

“Oh, this isn’t a girl that goes to our school?” Mallow grinned wickedly. “So does she know the real you?”

 

“Rude!” Sophocles glared, his cheeks flushing. “She said she thinks I’m funny!”

 

Mallow snorted. “I’m sure .”

 

Sophocles threw his hands up. “Why do I even talk to you people?”

 

“Because you love us,” Mallow snickered with a grin. “And we’re just making sure you’re ready for this.”

 

Ash, seeing the steam practically rising from Sophocles’ ears, stepped in again. “Alright, alright, enough. Sophocles, you’ve got this. Just be yourself, and everything will go great.”

 

Sophocles adjusted his backpack, his determination returning. “Thanks, Ash. I’m gonna go home and start prepping. This date is going to be perfect.”

 

As the café door jingled shut behind him, Mallow turned to Kiawe, her grin widening. “I have an idea.”

 

Kiawe groaned immediately, not even waiting for her to elaborate. “I don’t like your ideas.”

 

“Come on,” Mallow said, leaning on the counter, her face only mere inches from his. “What if we followed him? Just to make sure everything’s going okay.”

 

Kiawe spluttered, a little flustered as his head shot back. “We can’t do that! He’s our friend!”

 

“Exactly!” She grabbed his hands excitedly, causing the poor boy to flush even more.

 

Ash’s brow furrowed as he leaned back, crossing his arms. “Mallow, that’s a terrible idea. We should respect Sophocles’ privacy. He’s nervous enough as it is.”

 

Mallow let go of Kiawe’s hands and waved off Ash’s concern. “Relax, it’s not like we’d do anything bad. We’re just...checking on him. You know, making sure he doesn’t accidentally start talking about voltage differentials or something.”

 

“Pikapi,” Pikachu interjected, frowning and crossing his tiny arms in solidarity with Ash.

 

Kiawe groaned again, rubbing his temples. “Why do I feel like this is going to end badly?”

 

“It won’t!” Mallow said cheerfully. “Come on, Ash. It’s not like you’ve never done something dumb for a friend.”

 

Ash sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m still saying no. Sophocles deserves to handle this on his own. But...if you two are going to do it anyway, just promise me you won’t make it obvious.”

 

“You two ?” Kiawe gasped. “Don’t let her drag me into this!”

 

“Of course not,” Mallow winked at Ash. “Subtle is my middle name.”

 

Kiawe shot her a skeptical look. “You? Subtle?”

 

Mallow pointedly ignored him, already planning their “covert” operation. Ash shook his head, exchanging a knowing look with Pikachu, who shrugged. This was going to be a disaster - but hopefully, it wouldn’t end with Sophocles hating them all.

 

---

 

The city’s usual cacophony - cars honking, people chattering, distant Pokémon cries - faded into the background as Serena stood before the imposing doors of Professor Sycamore’s lab. The building was a blend of old-world elegance and modern design: ivy clung to the stone walls, its vibrant green a stark contrast to the steel and glass skyline surrounding it. Above the arched doorway, a wrought-iron sign bore the professor’s name.

 

Serena stared at the large wooden doors, her nerves twisting in her stomach. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She had been excited on the walk here, but now, standing at the threshold of this new chapter, the flutter of uncertainty had only grown stronger.

 

“You’ve got this,” she murmured to herself, trying to steady her voice. “One step at a time.”

 

She pushed the heavy doors open, the creak echoing in the grand entryway. The air inside was cool and faintly tinged with the scent of polished wood and clean metal. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene: the lab was nothing like she’d imagined.

 

The floor was covered in deep crimson carpeting that muffled her footsteps, stretching toward a grand staircase that split into two directions. Shelves laden with books, some ancient and weathered, others sleek and new, lined the walls. Interspersed were gleaming pieces of advanced technology: monitors flickering with data, holograms projecting maps of the region, and peculiar machines humming softly. Above it all, an ornate chandelier cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the space like a scene from a storybook.

 

Serena felt small yet not insignificant. It was clear that she has stepped into a place where many stories had begun.

 

Perhaps her own would start here, too.

 

“Ah, you must be Serena,” a voice called, smooth and welcoming.

 

Startled, she turned to see a tall man descending the staircase. His tailored coat swayed with each step, his curly black hair framing a kind, knowing smile.

 

“Welcome,” Professor Sycamore said, extending a hand. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

 

Serena shook his hand, her palms clammy despite her best effort to stay composed. “Thank you, Professor. It’s… an honor to be here.”

 

“Come, let me show you around,” Sycamore said, gesturing for Serena to follow. His voice was warm, reassuring, and carried a note of excitement that made Serena’s nerves ease, if only slightly.

 

They walked through the grand hallway, passing researchers bustling about with clipboards, Poké Balls, and various gadgets. Pokémon moved freely alongside them - Serena spotted a Meowstic leaping gracefully onto a desk, a Rotom buzzing through a screen, and a Machoke effortlessly lifting a stack of equipment.

 

“This lab has been the heart of my work for years,” Sycamore said. “We study all kinds of Pokémon here, but our main focus is understanding their growth, development, and, most recently, the phenomenon known as Mega Evolution.”

 

Serena nodded politely, though the term “Mega Evolution” was foreign to her. She made a mental note to ask later, not wanting to interrupt.

 

They turned a corner into a side room, where two lab assistants were deep in a heated debate. One was a tall man with messy brown hair, wearing glasses that slipped down his nose as he gestured emphatically. The other was a tanned woman with sleek black hair tied into a high ponytail, her arms crossed and her tone sharp as she countered his points.

 

“Psychic types are the key to understanding the link between Pokémon and their trainers!” the man declared.

 

“Oh, please,” the woman shot back, rolling her eyes. “Ice types have untapped potential in elemental synergy studies. You’re just stuck in your little psychic bubble, Dexio.”

 

“And you’re so focused on ice types, Sina, that you’re ignoring the bigger picture!”

 

Sycamore cleared his throat loudly, drawing their attention. “Dexio, Sina, we have a guest. Perhaps you could save this… enlightening discussion for later?”

 

The two assistants turned, their expressions shifting from annoyance to sheepish smiles.

 

“Sorry, Professor,” Sina said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

 

“Didn’t realize you were giving a tour,” Dexio added, adjusting his glasses.

 

As they moved past, Serena leaned toward Sycamore, whispering, “They must not get along often.”

 

Sycamore gave her a wry smile. “Oh, they get along just fine. They’re married.”

 

Serena blinked, her mouth opening and closing like a Magikarp out of water. “They’re… married ? And they fight like that a lot?”

 

Sycamore shrugged. “It might be their unique way of flirting. I try not to think about it.”

 

Serena stifled a laugh, her bewilderment lingering as they continued. Before she could press the matter further, they arrived at a larger, well-lit room.

 

Sycamore’s face lit up with excitement as he approached a massive cylindrical tube filled with a shimmering blue liquid. Inside floated a powerful-looking Pokémon, its sleek body and razor-sharp fins unmistakable.

 

“Garchomp,” Serena gasped, stepping back instinctively.

 

“Ah, don’t worry,” Sycamore said, beaming at the dragon Pokémon. “Garchomp is perfectly safe in there. She’s helping us study Mega Evolution. Isn’t she magnificent?”

 

Serena hesitated, still wary, but she couldn’t deny the Pokémon’s commanding presence. “Mega Evolution?”

 

“Yes,” Sycamore said, his tone growing more animated. “It’s a temporary transformation that allows certain Pokémon to reach an even greater level of power during battle. It requires a strong bond between trainer and Pokémon, as well as a Mega Stone and a Key Stone. We’re still uncovering the full extent of its potential.”

 

Serena nodded slowly, trying to absorb the information.

 

“Apologies,” Sycamore said with a chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “I tend to get carried away. Now, where were we? Ah, yes - your starter Pokémon.”

 

From his coat pocket, he pulled out two Poké Balls. With a flick of his wrist, he released their occupants.

 

In a flash of light, a small, fox-like Pokémon with golden fur appeared, her bushy tail swishing as she yawned and stretched. Beside her, a green, rodent-like Pokémon with a mischievous grin bounded forward, sniffing curiously at Serena’s shoes.

 

“This is Fennekin,” Sycamore said, gesturing to the fox. “And this is Chespin.”

 

Fennekin sat elegantly, her ears twitching as she tilted her head, giving Serena a curious yet aloof look. Chespin, meanwhile, darted around Serena’s legs, chirping enthusiastically as if already deciding she was his new best friend.

 

Serena crouched down, her heart fluttering. Fennekin’s graceful demeanor and Chespin’s playful energy were both endearing in their own ways.

 

She reached out tentatively, and Fennekin leaned forward, sniffing her hand before giving it a delicate nuzzle. Chespin, not to be outdone, clambered onto her lap, beaming up at her with wide, eager eyes.

 

Serena laughed softly, overwhelmed but charmed. Shauna’s words echoed in her mind: You’ll get to know your partner from the inside out.

 

Her gaze shifted between the two Pokémon, her thoughts a quiet storm. Each glance at their expectant faces only deepened the weight of the moment. It was starting to dawn on her that this wasn’t just about picking a Pokémon - it was about choosing a partner who would walk beside her on a journey she couldn’t fully imagine yet.

 

She almost laughed at herself. Wow, Mom would think I’m being so dramatic.

 

Shaking her head, she tried to focus. How had others done this? Shauna and Bulbasaur were like two sides of the same coin, their bond so effortless it seemed inevitable. And Ash - he and Pikachu weren’t just trainer and Pokémon. They were inseparable, like they’d been destined to find each other.

 

Her mind wandered to Ash for a moment longer. Had he ever hesitated like this? She doubted it. He always seemed so sure of himself, always so certain in his choices.

 

And yet… she could practically hear his voice in her head now, full of encouragement and unshakable faith. “ Just follow your heart, Serena! I know you’ll make the right choice! ”

 

The thought made her smile, a quiet warmth blooming in her chest. Maybe he was right. Maybe it wasn’t about overthinking or second-guessing. Maybe it was about trusting herself - and trusting that the Pokémon she chose would trust her in return.

 

She exhaled slowly, steadying her nerves. Then, with a soft but certain smile, she raised her hand and pointed.

 

“I choose…”

 

---

 

It had all gotten a bit much.

 

Ash sighed as he leaned against the counter of Café Ketchum, his arms crossed and Pikachu perched on his shoulder. Before him, Mallow and Kiawe were huddled at a table, whispering conspiratorially and gesturing wildly at a napkin that had been scribbled on so much it looked like a map of chaos.

 

“Okay, okay, and we’ll call it Operation Cupid’s Bolt -” Mallow started, her eyes alight with excitement.

 

Kiawe frowned, tapping his pen against the table. “That’s a terrible name. We need something that sounds cooler, like Stealth Inferno. ”

 

Mallow rolled her eyes. “This isn’t about being cool, Kiawe. It’s about precision and subtlety. We’re not trying to start a fire!”

 

“Subtlety?” Ash interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “You’re plotting this in the middle of the café. Pretty sure you left subtlety at the door.”

 

Pikachu chittered in agreement, his ears twitching in disapproval.

 

“Relax, Ash!” Mallow waved him off, her grin mischievous. “This is for Sophocles! We’re just making sure everything goes smoothly tomorrow.”

 

“Yeah, smoothly,” Ash muttered under his breath, watching as Mallow’s “stealth op” grew more ridiculous by the second. “You sure you’re not just planning to spy on him?”

 

At that, Mallow shot him a mock-offended look. “Of course not! We’re supporting him. From a safe distance. With binoculars. And disguises.”

 

Ash groaned. “That’s exactly what spying is!”

 

And it wasn’t like Kiawe was much better. Despite his earlier reluctance, all Mallow had to do to get him on-board was a little convincing. It seemed, at least when it came to Mallow, that the boy had no backbone whatsoever. The high schooler leaned forward, excitement bubbling as he sketched something on the napkin. “What if we use decoy Pokémon? Like, have Turtonator create a distraction while we-”

 

“No distractions!” Ash interrupted, rubbing his temples. “Guys, this is Sophocles’ date. Not a heist!”

 

Poor Sophocles. His “friends” were planning to shadow his big day, and Ash wasn’t sure he had the energy to stop them.

 

The café had grown quieter as the evening wore on, with only a few patrons left, but Mallow and Kiawe’s antics were filling the space with a sort of chaotic energy that made Ash’s head hurt. The patrons, for their part, seemed rather used to the teenagers, much to Ash’s further dismay.

 

“I swear, if you two start drawing up blueprints, I’m kicking you out,” Ash said, half-serious.

 

Kiawe waved him off, engrossed in the napkin-turned-battle-plan. “You’re overreacting, Ash. We’re just being… thorough.”

 

“Thoroughly ridiculous,” Ash muttered, watching as Mallow began folding another napkin into what suspiciously looked like a crude spy mask.

 

Pikachu snickered, but his laughter was cut short when the bell above the café door jingled. Ash looked up and immediately straightened.

 

“Serena!” he greeted, his face lighting up.

 

Mallow and Kiawe glanced up briefly, offering distracted waves before diving back into their “mission.” Serena approached the counter, a tired but happy smile on her face.

 

“Hey, Ash,” she said softly. “Long day?”

 

“You don’t even know,” Ash replied, jerking his thumb toward the duo at the table. “But never mind that. How about you? Want to try the newest item on the menu? Lapras Latte.”

 

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “That sounds adorable. Sure!”

 

As Ash turned to start making her drink, he asked, “So, how was your day?”

 

Serena leaned on the counter, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the wood grain. “Busy. I was up early rehearsing with Shauna, which was fun, but then I had to spend the rest of the day with…” She paused, pulling a Pokéball from her pocket and holding it up. “…her.”

 

Ash froze mid-pour, his eyes wide with excitement. “No way! You got your first Pokémon?! That means you finally met Sycamore, right?”

 

Serena nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. “Want to meet her?”

 

“Of course!”

 

She pressed the button on the Pokéball, and in a flash of light, Fennekin appeared. The small fox Pokémon blinked, her large ears twitching as she took in her surroundings.

 

“Wow,” Ash said, setting the cup down and kneeling to Fennekin’s level as he reached out a hand. “She’s awesome.”

 

Fennekin eyed him warily, her nose twitching as she glanced up at Serena for reassurance. Serena gave her an encouraging nod, and after a moment, Fennekin hesitantly nuzzled Ash’s outstretched hand.

 

“See? We’re already friends,” Ash said with a grin, giving her a gentle pat.

 

Fennekin quickly retreated back to Serena’s side, her tail brushing against Serena’s legs as if seeking protection.

 

Serena giggled. “Sorry, I guess she’s still shy.”

Ash snorted. “No problem there. Better than how Pikachu reacted the first time we met.” He gave his partner a teasing side-eye. Pikachu rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

 

Serena blinked, but before she could ask what that meant, a loud cheer erupted from the table near them. 

 

“Let’s go, Kiawe! You’re ideas are the best!” Mallow sounded downright giddy, pumping her fist while Kiawe practically wilted under the praise. Mallow then looked around, realizing she seemed to have disturbed the peace. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to interrupt! Carry on!”

 

Ash groaned, muttering, “Don’t ask,” before Serena could question it.

 

She raised an eyebrow but decided to let it go. Instead, her gaze softened as she began to sip her latte. “By the way, did you open my gift yet?”

 

Ash blinked, confused for a moment, before his face lit up. “Oh, the journal!” He opened a drawer and pulled out the sleek notebook she’d gifted him. “Yeah, I did. Thank you, Serena. I’ve never had anything like this before. It’s… nice to have a place to let my thoughts out.” He hesitated, his fingers brushing the edge of the journal. “And the note you left… it was really thoughtful. I, uh… really appreciated it.” He felt the corner of his ears start to burn, and he hoped to the gods she didn’t notice.

 

Serena hummed in satisfaction as she continued drinking. “Well, it’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for me. I’m just glad you liked it.”

 

Ash frowned, leaning on the counter as he studied her. “Hey, don’t say that. I don’t like it when you talk like that.”

 

Serena blinked, tilting her head. “What do you mean?”

 

“That whole… ‘It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for me’ thing,” he said, mimicking her voice with exaggerated air quotes. “We’re friends, Serena. It’s not like one thing we do matters more than another. We’re not keeping score or anything. We help each other out because… well, that’s what friends do, right?”

 

For a moment, Serena just stared at him, her lips slightly parted in surprise. Then, to Ash’s utter confusion, she burst out laughing.

 

Her giggles started softly, but soon they grew louder until she was clutching her stomach, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She leaned on the counter for support, her face flushed from laughter.

 

Ash frowned, crossing his arms. “What? What’s so funny?”

 

Serena tried to compose herself, waving her hand as if to dismiss his confusion, but the laughter kept bubbling out of her. “I’m sorry, I really am,” she managed between giggles. “It’s just - oh my gosh - you looked so serious!”

 

“I was serious!” Ash shot back, his face turning red. “What’s so funny about that?”

 

She laughed harder, her voice like music as it rang through the café. Even Pikachu, perched on Ash’s shoulder, was starting to snicker with amusement.

 

Ash’s expression turned deadpan as he glanced at Pikachu. “Oh, great. You too?”

 

It wasn’t until Serena caught sight of his thoroughly unimpressed face that she finally managed to calm down. She wiped her eyes, still chuckling softly. “I’m sorry, Ash. Really, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just…” She paused, catching her breath. “You’re so genuine sometimes, and I think that’s amazing. But seeing you get all worked up about it was just… unexpected.”

 

Ash harrumphed, though the slight tug at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. “Guess this is what I get for being nice.”

 

“Hey!” Serena protested, straightening up. “I mean it. I really appreciate it, okay? You’re right - we’re friends. And that’s why you’re so great, Ash.”

 

Ash finally cracked a smile, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make a habit of laughing at me.”

 

“No promises,” Serena said, grinning mischievously.

 

Pikachu chirped his agreement, and Ash groaned dramatically. “I’m surrounded by comedians.”

 

But as Serena’s laughter softened into a warm smile, Ash couldn’t help but feel like the joke had been worth it.

 

---

 

The man slipped through the door of the abandoned building, its hinges groaning in protest before slamming shut with a hollow thud. Dust hung thick in the air, illuminated by faint beams of moonlight streaming through cracks in the boarded-up windows. The building reeked of neglect: mildew, stale air, and the faint metallic tang of rust.

 

His boots crunched against the debris-strewn floor as he made his way past broken furniture and peeling wallpaper. The stairs leading upward sagged under their own weight, the wood warped and splintered. He didn’t trust them. Instead, he headed toward a room on the ground floor, one with a single window overlooking the street.

 

The man pushed the door open, stepping into a space that had once been an office. A battered desk sat shoved against one wall, and a lone chair leaned precariously in the corner. The window was coated in grime, but he could still see faintly through it. With a grunt, he slung his bag onto the desk and unzipped it, revealing its contents: binoculars, a radio, telescope components, and an assortment of supplies - spare Poké Balls, potions, and a compact flashlight.

 

He set to work immediately, wiping a patch of dust from the windowsill before setting the radio in place. Next came the telescope. Its parts clicked and snapped together with practiced efficiency, the man’s fingers moving with the ease of someone who had done this a hundred times before. Once assembled, he adjusted the telescope’s base and angled it toward the window.

 

Finally, he lowered his eye to the lens and scanned the street outside.

 

The dark road was mostly empty, save for a few dim streetlamps casting pools of weak yellow light. His gaze traveled up the block, passing shadowy storefronts and shuttered windows, until he found what he was looking for. Across the street, a small, brightly lit building stood in stark contrast to its surroundings. The illuminated sign above the door read: Café Ketchum.

 

A thin smile tugged at his lips. Good. He was in the right place.

 

The radio crackled to life behind him, a sharp hum breaking the silence. Then came the voice, cold and commanding. “Admin. Report.”

 

The man straightened, turning his head slightly toward the radio. “My lord Archer,” he said, his tone deferential. “I’ve arrived at the location. I’m in position.”

 

“What do you see?” Archer’s voice was clipped, each word precise.

 

The man leaned back into the telescope, adjusting the focus until the café’s interior came into sharp relief. Warm light spilled from the windows, illuminating a cozy scene inside. A handful of patrons lingered at tables, chatting and sipping drinks. The man scanned the room carefully.

 

“Patrons, mostly,” he reported. “They’re scattered across the café. A mix of ages. It’s quiet.”

 

“Skip the pleasantries,” Archer snapped. “The boy and the Pikachu. Are they there?”

 

The man shifted the telescope, searching until he found them near the counter. “Yes. The boy’s here, and so is the Pikachu.”

 

“What’s he doing?”

 

The man adjusted the lens again, watching as the boy laughed with a girl standing beside him. “Talking to someone. A girl.”

 

On the other end of the radio, there was a faint clicking sound - keystrokes, perhaps. Then Archer’s voice returned, slower now, almost deliberate. “Describe the boy.”

 

The man frowned slightly but complied. “Black hair. Wears a cap. Brown eyes. Looks young, maybe nineteen or twenty.”

 

There was a pause. Then, Archer’s tone shifted, tinged with something almost like urgency. “Spiky hair?”

 

The man squinted through the lens. “Yes, I’d call it spiky.”

 

Another pause. The clicking stopped. “Zoom in on his face,” Archer ordered. “Are there any distinguishing features?”

 

The man hesitated. The request was oddly specific, but he didn’t question it aloud. Adjusting the focus, he honed in on the boy’s face. A small detail stood out - two faint markings on his cheeks, barely visible in the dim light.

 

“Looks like he has some kind of birthmarks,” the man said slowly. “One on each cheek. They look… like lightning bolts.”

 

The line went silent.

 

Then came a murmur, so low the man almost missed it. “Oh my…”

 

When Archer’s voice returned, it was sharp and decisive. “Well, it appears we’ve struck gold.”

 

The man’s grip on the telescope tightened. “What do you want me to do?”

 

“Stay on him,” Archer commanded. “I want eyes on that boy at all times. Report anything - everything. Understood?”

 

“Yes, my lord,” the man replied, his gaze fixed on the boy through the lens.

 

The radio clicked off, leaving the room steeped in silence once more. The man didn’t move, his attention locked on the café, his expression unreadable.

 

Across the street, the boy with the Pikachu laughed again, completely unaware of the shadow now cast over him.

Notes:

Well, it certainly has been a while? How are you my lovelies? Things have been BUSY on my end, what with responcibilities and junk.

I hate being an adult.

I truly didn’t mean to be away for as long as I was, but when life gets in the way, what else can you do. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the LA fires as a part of a reason. And before you lovely people start to worry, I’m fine, haven’t lived in the LA area in a long while - but a lot of my friends do, and have truly suffered under what I can only call a devestating tragedy. So in between being there for some of my closest friends and other responcibilities, I hope you all can understand why I had to be away for so long. You all are the best 🫶🫶🫶

Anyways, aside from that kinda depressing note - so much else happened while I was gone! Tiktok was banned and then subsequently unbanned in the U.S, which was hilarious, a bunch of wacko political stuff which I don even WANNA get into, and most importantly: the switch 2 was announced, which I was actually giddy for. Legends ZA should be a really interesting game!!! I’m praying that they animate an anime arc with the xy gang to celebrate going back to kalos, I NEED to see my cuties on screen together again omggg

A girl can dream, right?

THANK YOU so much for reading, I’d expect the next chapter within a week or two!! Buh bye! Love yall!!!

Chapter 9: Covert Operations from Café Ketchum

Notes:

We are so back

A little shorter chapter for yall today, just some fluff before the behemoth of the first day of shooting chapter next time.

Please enjoy ❤️❤️❤️

Ash sighed as he crouched behind the prickly bushes lining the edge of the public park. The damp ground seeped through his jeans, and his knees were already protesting the position. Adjusting his cap, he shot a skeptical glance at the two figures beside him. Mallow and Kiawe were hunched over, their heads almost touching as they whispered in tones that were far too conspiratorial for the situation.

 

Mallow spread out her so-called “blueprint” on the grass (a haphazard collage of café napkins taped together and scrawled with arrows, stick figures, and random X’s). She tapped it with the authority of a general planning a battle. “Alright, here’s the plan: we’ll stick to the shadows, stay low, and keep a safe distance. Kiawe, you’re on distraction duty in case something goes wrong.”

 

Kiawe raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Why am I the distraction? Why not you?”

 

“Because you’re the loudest,” Mallow retorted, jabbing a finger at him.

 

“That’s not fair!” Kiawe protested, his voice creeping louder. “You’re the one who screamed when we ran out of whipped cream yesterday!”

 

“That was an emergency!” Mallow shot back in a loud whisper.

 

Ash groaned, running a hand down his face. “It doesn’t matter who’s louder! Can we focus? And maybe not treat this like some top-secret mission? You said we’re just here to make sure Sophocles doesn’t freak out.”

 

Mallow waved a hand dismissively, a gesture he was starting to get annoyed of. “Relax, Ash. This is about support! Emotional support. We’re just… you know, making sure everything goes smoothly.”

 

“Right. Of course. From the bushes,” Ash deadpanned, his expression as flat as Pikachu’s.

 

“Pika,” Pikachu agreed with a small shake of his head from Ash’s shoulder, his disapproval mirroring his trainer’s perfectly.

 

Before Ash could argue further, a soft laugh interrupted his train of thought. He turned his head to find Serena settling onto the grass beside him, her movements graceful and unhurried. She folded her legs neatly beneath her, her long coat spreading around her like a blanket, and Fennekin quickly claimed her lap. The little fox Pokémon snuggled in, its tail flicking gently, radiating a warm, comforting heat that seemed to melt the edge of the winter chill.

 

Ash blinked at her, momentarily forgetting the chaos in front of him. “You really didn’t have to come, y’know,” he murmured, keeping his voice low. He gestured toward Mallow and Kiawe, who were now attempting to army-crawl across the grass in a way that was neither stealthy nor dignified.

 

Serena looked up at him, her lips curving into a soft smile. “I don’t mind,” she said lightly, her tone carrying a warmth that made the cold day feel a little less biting. “You looked like you could use some backup. Those two seem like a handful.”

 

Ash chuckled, his shoulders relaxing despite himself. “Yeah, no kidding. They’re impossible.”

 

Serena’s smile widened as she glanced down, her fingers stroking Fennekin’s fur absentmindedly. “Besides,” she added softly, “I like spending time with you.”

 

The words were so simple, yet they hit Ash with a quiet force that left him momentarily speechless. “Oh,” he managed, his voice a little higher than he’d intended. He cleared his throat quickly.

 

“And,” Serena continued, her voice a little quieter now, “It’s nice to have a chance to hang out before things get busy. Filming starts tomorrow, so I won’t have as much free time soon.”

 

Ash nodded, though he felt an odd twist in his chest at the thought. “Right. The show.”

 

“Mm-hm.” Serena glanced up at him, her eyes catching his for a fleeting moment before she looked back down at Fennekin. The sunlight filtering through the bare branches above painted dappled patterns across her face, catching the subtle gleam in her hair. Her scarf - a soft pink that matched the flush in her cheeks - framed her neck perfectly, while her long coat hugged her shoulders in a way that seemed almost effortless.

 

Ash’s gaze lingered, unbidden. The park was alive with quiet winter sounds - the rustle of wind, the distant chatter of people - but all of it faded to a gentle hum in the background. His focus stayed on her, on the way her fingers moved delicately over Fennekin’s fur, on the way the sun seemed to seek her out like she belonged in its light.

 

He caught himself wondering if she even realized how much she stood out, how the world seemed to mold itself around her presence. A strange warmth bloomed in his chest, both thrilling and unsettling, and he shifted slightly, trying to shake it off. 

 

What was this? What was stopping him from looking away?

 

Mallow’s sudden gasp shattered the moment, and Ash snapped his head forward, grateful for the distraction. “She’s here!” Mallow whispered, her voice vibrating with excitement.

 

Ash exhaled, though his pulse still felt uneven. Maybe it was just the cold air. Or maybe he was coming down with something. Either way, now wasn’t the time to figure it out.

 

“She’s… she’s pretty,” Kiawe murmured, sounding almost shocked.

 

Mallow shot him a sharp look, but Ash barely registered it. He forced his attention to the park bench where Sophocles was sitting, though his mind still felt a little hazy, and caught a glance of a girl walking up to the nervous-looking boy. 

 

Ash winced. Sophocles, at least compared to the girl, was underdressed.

 

Sophocles stood there in an orange hoodie and baggy pants, shuffling nervously from foot to foot. Meanwhile, the girl looked like she had stepped straight out of a magazine. Her outfit was a symphony of bright colors and polished details: a tailored sky-blue jacket adorned with glittering accents, paired with a flowing white skirt that sparkled faintly in the winter sun. Her long aqua hair cascaded over her shoulders in perfect waves, with a star-shaped pin glinting at the side of her head. Even her boots, pristine and knee-high, looked like they were custom-made for someone used to walking on stages, not sidewalks.

 

Meanwhile, Sophocles had always been… well, Sophocles. Practical. Comfortable. This girl, though, was something else entirely.

 

Ash sighed, feeling a twinge of secondhand embarrassment. Man, this is like showing up to a fancy banquet in your pajamas.

 

Not that he had any experience with that, of course.

 

Breaking his train of thought, Serena gasped softly beside him. “Wait a second… is that Lisia?”

 

Ash blinked, glancing at her in confusion. “Lisia?”

 

Serena didn’t answer right away, her gaze fixed on the girl approaching Sophocles. Mallow, however, whirled around so quickly she nearly smacked Ash in the face with her hair. “No way. No way! That is Lisia!”

 

Kiawe squinted, leaning forward as if the extra few inches would help him confirm it. His eyes widened in recognition. “You’re kidding. My sisters are obsessed with her!”

 

Ash’s confusion only deepened. He looked between the three of them, their excitement palpable. “Who’s Lisia?”

 

Three sets of eyes turned on him, each expression ranging from disbelief to outright betrayal.

 

“What?” Ash said defensively, holding up his hands. “Why’s everyone looking at me like that?”

 

Mallow groaned, throwing her hands in the air. “Ash, seriously? How do you not know who Lisia is? She’s only one of the biggest stars in Pokémon Contests right now! Like, huge! She’s basically a legend in the making!”

 

Kiawe nodded solemnly. “Even my sisters know about her, and they’re not exactly subtle when they talk about idols. They have her posters all over their room.”

 

Ash scratched the back of his head, feeling like he was missing something important. “Okay, but what’s the big deal? She’s a Contest person, right? So what?”

 

Serena sighed, her expression softening. “Lisia isn’t just any ‘Contest person,’ Ash. She’s an up-and-coming idol, and she’s incredibly talented for someone so young. She’s known for her stunning performances and her bond with her Pokémon. She’s already a huge name, and she’s still in her teens.”

 

Ash caught a faint shift in Serena’s tone - something almost wistful - and glanced at her. There was a subtle flicker of emotion in her eyes, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Was it admiration? 

 

Envy?

 

Before he could dwell on it, Mallow jabbed him in the side. “Shh! Listen!”

 

Ash grumbled under his breath but turned his attention back to Sophocles and Lisia. The girl had reached the bench, her radiant smile lighting up the space between them. Sophocles, to his credit, managed to stand up without tripping over himself, though Ash could see the tension in his shoulders.

 

“Hi!” Lisia’s voice carried a bubbly warmth, clear and bright like the tinkling of bells. “You must be Sophocles, right? I’m so glad we could finally meet!”

 

Sophocles nodded stiffly, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “Y-yeah. That’s me. Uh, thanks for coming?”

 

Ash winced again. The poor guy sounded like he was about to pass out.

 

Lisia didn’t seem fazed, though. She clasped her hands together, tilting her head in a way that made her star-shaped hairpin catch the sunlight. “Of course! I was really looking forward to this. You’ve been so sweet in your messages, and it’s always nice to meet someone who’s into gadgets and tech stuff like me!”

 

Sophocles blinked, his eyes widening. “Wait… you like tech stuff?”

 

Lisia laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Totally! My uncle lives in a pretty famous city, and I grew up around all kinds of gadgets. I’m not as good with them as you probably are, but I think it’s super cool. Apparently this city is big with technology - what with Clemontic Industries, the new Silph location, and - wow, it’s so cool!”

 

Ash could practically see Sophocles’s confidence meter go up a notch. His shoulders relaxed just a little, and he even managed a small smile.

 

“Well, uh… I guess I could show you around the city - uh - if you want,” Sophocles offered, his voice steadier now.

 

“I’d love that!” Lisia said brightly.

 

Behind the bushes, Mallow clutched Kiawe’s arm, her excitement barely contained. “Oh my gosh, she’s so nice! This is going so well!”

 

“Better than I expected,” Kiawe admitted, though he still looked a little in awe. “I just can’t believe he met her online.”

 

Ash tilted his head, watching the interaction unfold. He still didn’t entirely get the hype, but he had to admit that there was something… captivating about Lisia. She had this effortless charisma, the kind that made people gravitate toward her. And somehow, she was making Sophocles - awkward, shy Sophocles - stand a little taller.

 

As the two continued talking, Ash leaned back slightly, his eyes drifting toward Serena. She was smiling softly, her gaze focused on the scene in front of them, but there was a flicker of something else in her expression.

 

“Hey,” Ash murmured, keeping his voice low. “You okay?”

 

Serena blinked, startled by the question, and turned to him. “Oh. Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

 

“You just… looked like you were thinking about something,” Ash said, scratching his cheek awkwardly.

 

Serena hesitated, then shook her head with a small laugh. “It’s nothing. I guess it’s just… seeing someone like Lisia reminds me of how much I still have to learn. She’s so confident, so talented. It’s inspiring.”

 

Ash frowned slightly. “You’re talented too, y’know. And you’ll get there! She just got a head start.”

 

Serena’s smile softened, and she looked at him for a moment longer than usual before turning back to the scene ahead. “Thanks, Ash.”

 

Mallow’s sharp whisper broke the moment. “Guys! They’re moving! Let’s follow them!”

 

Ash sighed. As much as he would have loved to just sit and talk with Serena… He figured he owed Sophocles the chance to have a peaceful date.

 

Here we go again.

 

---

 

Sometimes, Sophocles really hated his friends.

 

Okay, maybe "hated" was too strong a word. He loved them, really, but there were moments - this moment, for example - when their well-meaning antics made him wish he could sink into the ground and disappear entirely.

 

He glanced over his shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time, catching sight of Mallow’s bright green hair sticking out from behind a lamppost like a beacon. She was trying (and failing) to act inconspicuous, darting between hiding spots with all the subtlety of a charging Tauros. The few people on the street gave her strange looks as they passed, but she didn’t seem to notice.

 

Sophocles groaned inwardly. Why do they always have to meddle?

 

It wasn’t like he didn’t appreciate the thought. He knew they cared about him and were probably just trying to support him in their own chaotic way. But spying on him during his first-ever date with Lisia, of all people? That was crossing the line from supportive to downright humiliating.

 

He stole a glance at the girl walking beside him, her long aqua hair shimmering under the winter sunlight. Lisia’s presence was almost surreal, like she’d stepped straight out of a dream and decided to hang out with him for some inexplicable reason. Her light blue jacket’s accents glittered, paired with a flowy white skirt that fluttered slightly as they walked. Even her boots, pristine and polished, looked like they belonged to someone used to being on a stage.

 

And then there was him. In his hoodie and baggy pants, shuffling along like a nervous kid meeting his idol. Which, let’s face it, wasn’t far from the truth.

 

“You’ve been pretty quiet,” Lisia said suddenly, her voice breaking through his anxious thoughts.

 

Sophocles startled, nearly tripping over his own feet. “Oh, uh, sorry,” he mumbled, his face heating up. “I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

 

Lisia gave him a strange look. "Why? I'm just me, y'know."

 

Just you? Sophocles thought, incredulous. You’re Lisia, the contest idol. Everyone knows who you are. Half the people on this street are probably sneaking glances at you right now.

 

He just chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess…”

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Mallow attempting to peek around a trash can. She was whispering something to Kiawe, who was crouched awkwardly beside her. Before he could panic, a hand that must have been Ash’s appeared, grabbing Mallow by the arm and pulling her out of sight.

 

Sophocles sighed in relief but couldn’t stop the slight grimace that crossed his face. He knew they were trying to help, but could they please not?

 

“Everything okay?” Lisia asked, her tone gentle.

 

“Yeah,” he said quickly, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Just… you know, lots on my mind.”

 

Lisia smiled, her expression warm and reassuring. “Well, if it’s about today, don’t worry. We’re just here to have fun, okay? No pressure.”

 

No pressure, he repeated in his head. Right. Sure. Just a casual day out with one of the most famous people in the region. No big deal.

 

As they walked, the awkwardness didn’t fade, but Lisia made a genuine effort to fill the silences. She pointed out cute window displays, commented on the seasonal decorations, and even made a few jokes that got Sophocles to chuckle despite himself.

 

At one point, they passed a small cart selling roasted chestnuts. Lisia’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands together. “Oh, these smell amazing! Want to try some?”

 

“Uh, sure,” Sophocles said, fumbling for his wallet. But before he could pull it out, Lisia had already handed over the payment and grabbed a small bag of chestnuts.

 

“Here,” she said, offering him the bag. “Ladies first, right?”

 

Sophocles blinked, confused for a moment, before realizing she was joking. He laughed nervously, taking one of the warm chestnuts and peeling it carefully. The warmth spread through his fingers, and for a moment, he felt a little more grounded.

 

As they ate, Lisia started telling him about one of her recent contest performances, describing how her Altaria had wowed the crowd with a dazzling Sky Attack finale. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Sophocles found himself nodding along, genuinely interested despite his lingering nerves.

 

But then, disaster struck.

 

Lisia reached for another chestnut, only for the bag to slip from her grasp and tumble to the ground. Chestnuts scattered everywhere, rolling across the sidewalk.

 

“Oh no!” Lisia exclaimed, crouching down to pick them up.

 

Sophocles immediately dropped to his knees to help, but in his haste, he accidentally bumped his head against hers.

 

“Ow!”

 

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” Sophocles stammered, his face burning as he scrambled to gather the chestnuts.

 

Lisia laughed, rubbing her forehead. “It’s okay! At least you didn’t break anything.”

 

Despite the mishap, Lisia’s laughter eased the tension, and Sophocles found himself laughing too, albeit nervously. By the time they’d gathered the remaining chestnuts, the awkwardness had softened into something almost comfortable.

 

As they continued their walk, Sophocles couldn’t help but glance at Lisia out of the corner of his eye. She was smiling, her cheeks slightly pink from the cold, and for the first time that day, he felt a flicker of confidence.

 

Maybe, just maybe, this date wasn’t a complete disaster after all.

 

Suddenly, his pocket buzzed.

 

Sophocles paused mid-step, fumbling for his phone. When he saw Ash’s name on the screen, his stomach sank. Hesitantly, he unlocked it, only to be greeted by a message:

 

Ash: Managed to get Mallow and Kiawe back to the café. You’re welcome.

 

Sophocles exhaled in relief, grateful that his friends were no longer lurking in the background, but before he could put the phone away, another text popped up.

 

Ash: Enjoy your date!!! 

 

The message was followed by a series of smiley face emojis. Sophocles stared at the screen, his face turning crimson as more notifications followed in rapid succession:

 

Ash: Seriously, you’re doing great!

 

Ash: Lisia seems super nice!!

 

Ash: Don’t overthink it, just have fun!

 

“Everything okay?” Lisia asked, tilting her head curiously.

 

Sophocles nearly dropped his phone in his rush to shove it back into his pocket. “Y-yeah! Totally fine!” he said, his voice pitching slightly higher than usual.

 

Lisia raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Alright,” she said lightly, gesturing ahead. “Come on, there’s this cute little park I want to show you.”

 

As they walked, Sophocles couldn’t stop his brain from spiraling. Ash, you’re the worst.

 

His thoughts skidded to a halt when Lisia’s hand brushed against his arm. He glanced at her, startled, but she was already pointing toward a pair of swings in the distance, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

 

“Let’s go!” she said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along.

 

Sophocles felt his nerves dissipate just a little more. Maybe Ash was right. Maybe he should just focus on having fun. Smiley faces and all.

 

---

 

“I can’t believe you two!” Ash snapped, arms crossed as he glared at Mallow and Kiawe. “Do you even realize how much you could’ve messed things up for Sophocles?”

 

Mallow huffed, crossing her arms. “We were just trying to help!”

 

“Yeah,” Kiawe added defensively. “And it’s not like anything bad happened!”

 

Ash’s expression darkened, his voice firm. “That’s not the point! You two weren’t thinking. What if Lisia noticed you spying? Or worse, what if Sophocles got so nervous because of you that the date went horribly? I don’t wanna hear any excuses.”

 

Both Mallow and Kiawe opened their mouths to argue, but Ash cut them off with a sharp gesture. “Enough. Both of you, into the kitchen. There’s a mountain of dishes waiting for you.”

 

Grumbling, the two trudged toward the kitchen, leaving Ash alone in the main café area. He exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable,” he muttered.

 

Lana approached from behind the counter, wiping her hands on a towel. “You’re really getting the hang of being in charge, Boss,” she teased with a small smile.

 

“Thanks,” Ash said, rolling his eyes yet still relaxing slightly. “But, really, thanks to you and Lillie for looking out for the café while we were gone. I owe you one.”

 

Lana waved him off. “No big deal. Lillie’s upstairs taking inventory now. Oh, and I’m pretty sure Brock’s still using your office in the back.”

 

Ash blinked. “Wait, Brock’s here? What’s he doing in there?”

 

Lana shrugged. “Didn’t say. He’s been in there for hours, though.”

 

He thought about checking on Brock but decided against it. Brock was the responsible type; if it was important, he’d say something. Shaking off the thought, Ash turned back to the café floor, catching sight of Serena staring intently at a display case in the corner of the room.

 

The warm glow of the streetlights outside cast a golden hue over her features, making her look almost ethereal. She looked quietly focused, but there was a tension in her shoulders that Ash couldn’t ignore. Plus, he was pretty sure his miniature Charmander figure wasn’t worth that much attention.

 

He walked over, leaning casually against the edge of the table. “Hey,” he said, keeping his voice gentle. “You okay?”

 

Serena glanced up, startled. “Oh. Yeah, I’m fine.”

 

Ash raised an eyebrow.

 

Serena hesitated, her hands stilling on the cloth of the display case. She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I guess… I’m just a little nervous about tomorrow. Filming starts, and…” 

 

“And?” Ash prompted, his tone encouraging.

 

Serena set her hands down, crossing her arms as if trying to shield herself from her own thoughts. “It’s just… I found out recently that the pilot episode has a lot riding on it. If it doesn’t do well, the whole show could just get scrapped. And I…” Her voice faltered, and she looked down at the floor. “I feel like I’m just going to mess it up.”

 

Ash blinked, surprised by the raw vulnerability in her words.

 

Serena’s voice grew quieter, tinged with self-doubt. “What if I’m not good enough? What if they realize I’m just some girl who got lucky? I mean, who am I to think I can handle something like this?”

 

Her breathing hitched, and Ash realized, with a pang, that tears were starting to form in her eyes. Before she could spiral further, he reached out, gently taking her hand in his.

 

“Hey,” he murmured.

 

Serena looked up at him, startled, and Ash used his free hand to tentatively brush away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until his touch brought her back to the moment.

 

Ash’s voice was soft but steady. “Serena, I’ve met a lot of people in my life. People who’ve trained for years, who’ve faced challenges way bigger than they thought they could handle. And you know what they all had in common?”

 

She shook her head slightly, her eyes locked on his.

 

“They were passionate. Like, really passionate. And so are you.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ve never seen someone work as hard as you do or care as much about what they’re doing. You’ve got something special, Serena. And yeah, it’s scary, but that’s what makes it worth it.”

 

Her lip quivered, but she stayed silent, letting his words sink in.

 

Ash hesitated, then added quietly, “I get it, y’know. Feeling like you can’t do it, like it’s too big. I’ve been there. A lot. But giving up isn’t the answer. You’ve gotta give yourself the same chance you’d give anyone else. You’re stronger than you think.”

 

A tear slid down Serena’s cheek, but this time, she didn’t try to hide it. Instead, she smiled - a small, trembling smile, but a smile nonetheless.

 

“Thanks, Ash,” she whispered.

 

He smiled back, his thumb brushing lightly against her knuckles before he let go. “Anytime.”

 

For a moment, neither of them moved, the quiet hum of the café around them fading into the background. Then, Serena exhaled deeply, her shoulders relaxing for the first time that evening.

 

“Okay,” she said, her voice a little steadier now. “I’ll give it my best. For Shauna!”

 

“And for yourself?”

 

Serena’s laugh sounded like a melody Ash couldn't help but want to replay, over and over again. “Yeah. And for myself.”

---

 

Brock sat hunched over the small desk in Ash’s mini-office in the back of Café Ketchum, his chin propped up on one hand while the other aimlessly clicked through file after file on his laptop. The faint glow of the screen illuminated the darkened room, casting long shadows across the walls. His usually sharp eyes were bleary, the weight of too many hours spent squinting at records and public databases taking its toll. 

 

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s probably nothing. Probably.”

 

And yet, the nagging voice in the back of his mind wouldn’t let him stop.

 

He leaned back in his chair, the old wood creaking under his weight, and stretched his arms over his head. A muffled pop in his shoulder made him wince, and he let out a sigh that seemed to echo in the quiet room.

 

“This is all for Ash,” he reminded himself, though his tone was less confident than he’d hoped. “Because someone has to look out for that guy. Not like he’s paying attention to anything suspicious right now.”

 

The memory of Serena flashed in his mind, her soft smile and gentle demeanor not at all as comfortable in his head as it had been before the call with Misty. She’d fit in at the café almost too perfectly, charming the regulars, sharing quiet moments with Ash, and even winning over Brock himself - at least at first. 

 

But oddities just kept adding up.

 

Her knowing Ash’s age without anyone mentioning it. Her sudden, seamless participation in the audition. It could all just be coincidence, sure. But what if it wasn’t?

 

Brock sighed again and rubbed his temples. He didn’t want to be suspicious of Serena. She seemed sweet, kind-hearted, and genuine. And Ash clearly liked having her around, even if he didn’t seem to realize just how much. But Brock had seen enough in his years of traveling with Ash to know that appearances could be deceiving.

 

And then there was the director.

 

“Not a friend of Misty,” Brock muttered, shaking his head. That revelation had hit him harder than he wanted to admit. Misty didn’t have a lot of friends in the entertainment industry - her connections were solid, reliable. If this director wasn’t who they claimed to be, then who was he? And why did he want the audition to happen at Café Ketchum?

 

He glanced at the files open on his screen. One was a public record for the director, another a series of job postings linked to his name, Victor, and a third a background check he’d paid a little too much for. None of it was damning. If anything, it was all frustratingly normal.

 

Brock leaned forward again, his fingers drumming on the desk as he stared at the screen. “Come on. Give me something. Anything.”

 

The café’s distant hum was faint, the sound of laughter and clinking dishes filtering through the thin walls. Ash was probably back from his day out now, smiling and chatting with the regulars, oblivious to any potential danger.

 

And wasn’t that the point? Brock was supposed to be the one worrying about these things so Ash didn’t have to. After so many years of chaos, he wanted his friend to live in peace.

 

“Okay,” Brock said to himself, rolling his shoulders. “One more hour. Then I’ll call it a night.”

 

He dove back into the files, skimming for inconsistencies, red flags, anything that didn’t quite add up. The monotony was mind-numbing, but he pushed through it, driven by the gnawing feeling that something wasn’t right.

 

As he worked, his mind wandered back to Serena. He remembered the way she’d cheered for Pikachu during the audition, her face lighting up with genuine excitement. He thought of the quiet moments she and Ash shared in the café, the way she seemed to draw out a softer side of him.

 

“Maybe I’m overthinking this,” Brock muttered, though the words felt hollow.

 

Still, he couldn’t shake the unease. He couldn’t ignore the possibility, however slim, that Serena - or someone else - might not be who they seemed.

 

The cursor on his screen blinked at him, waiting for his next move. Brock sighed and started typing again, determined to follow the thread wherever it led.

 

“Because if I don’t,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “who will?”

Notes:

Well its good to be back in the swing of things! I’m back home, ready to take names and kick ass. And I’m all out of ass.

Jokes apart, i hope you guys like the cute lil date chapter! It was just endlessly funny to me that sophocles got a date online and it just so happened to be Lisia 😭😭

Ty to everyone who’s been showing support, reading, everything!! It all means so much ❤️😭 I love reading your reviews they mean the world to me

Okay thats all from me for now seeya in a bit!

Chapter 10: A Longing at Café Ketchum

Notes:

Chapter 10 is out FINALLY

Enjoy!!!

The set was enormous.

 

Serena had known, logically, that it would be bigger than the tiny studios she was used to - those cramped, unimpressive spaces where she had filmed commercials for beauty products, travel agencies, and the occasional Pokémon care ad. She had known this was a real show, a big show. And yet, standing here now, in the middle of the bustling set, she felt... small.

 

The space was alive with motion. Crew members zipped back and forth, adjusting lights, wrangling cables, checking equipment, and shouting to one another over the controlled chaos. Massive cameras stood like mechanical giants, their lenses gleaming under the bright overhead lights. Booms and rigs dangled precariously from above, their operators maneuvering them with practiced ease. Somewhere in the distance, a group of costumers fussed over an actress’s wardrobe, pins and measuring tape flashing in their hands. The air smelled of coffee, wood from the set pieces, and that strange mix of electricity and dust that always clung to professional studios.

 

Serena had thought Café Ketchum was busy during the audition, but this was a different level entirely.

 

She swallowed, gripping the strap of her bag tightly, unsure of where to go or what to do. Before she could start panicking, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

 

“Serena!”

 

Shauna bounced toward her, practically glowing with excitement. Her enthusiasm was contagious - just like always - and Serena found herself smiling as her friend reached her, linking their arms together. 

 

“Come on, I’ll show you around! It’s so cool, you’re gonna love it,” Shauna gushed, already tugging her along.

 

Serena let herself be dragged, glad for the direction. They weaved through the moving sea of crew members, and every new section of the set revealed another layer of complexity. People sitting in front of glowing monitors, watching footage in real time. Extras running lines in hushed voices. Pokémon handlers keeping a close eye on the electric-types that powered a good chunk of the equipment.

 

“Oh! You have to meet Watson,” Shauna said suddenly, steering Serena toward a particular group of people. “He’s, like, a legend.”

 

They stopped in front of a short, round man with wild gray hair and an equally wild grin. He had the kind of energy that felt like he could power the whole set himself, like a human dynamo. A Magneton perched on his shoulder, blinking its eye idly, and a Manectric sat at his feet, looking particularly proud of itself.

 

“Watson!” Shauna called. “This is Serena, my co-star!”

 

The old man turned, his smile widening. “Ah! One of our stars, eh? Pleasure, pleasure! I’m Watson, head of sound design.”

 

Serena barely had time to offer a polite Nice to meet you before Watson barreled on, speaking with the speed and enthusiasm (and grace) of a Thunderbolt.

 

“Sound is everything, kid! You can have the best cinematography in the world, the best acting, the best sets - but if your sound is trash, then what do you have? Garbage! You gotta feel the sound, y’know? The hum of a Luxray’s growl, the spark of a Pikachu’s cheeks, the crackle of a Thunderbolt just before it hits! That’s what brings it all to life!”

 

Serena blinked, a little overwhelmed. 

 

Shauna grinned. “Watson’s the best in the business. If it involves an Electric-type, he’s got it mastered.”

 

Watson puffed up proudly. “Darn right! You ever heard that iconic Zapdos cry in Storm Over Johto? That was me! Took weeks to get it perfect, I had to mix real Pokémon sounds with-”

 

Someone called for him from across the set, and he let out a hearty laugh. “Ah, duty calls! We’ll talk more later, Serena! Welcome aboard!”

 

And with that, he strode off, Magneton still balanced perfectly on his shoulder, barking out instructions to a group of sound techs.

 

Serena let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “He’s… got a lot of energy.”

 

Shauna laughed. “Yeah, he’s awesome. But c’mon, I have one more person to introduce you to.”

 

They walked toward the edge of the set, where a young man was adjusting the settings on a high-end camera. He had orange hair, cut short and slightly tousled, and wore a practical, no-nonsense expression as he focused on his work. His hands moved with ease over the equipment, adjusting lenses and checking angles, completely in his element. At his feet, a Charmeleon paced impatiently, swishing its blazing tail as its trainer worked.

 

“Hey!” Shauna called. “Trevor!” 

 

The man, Trevor, turned, brows lifting before his expression eased. Shauna was already moving, throwing her arms around him with the kind of warmth that didn’t need invitation. He hugged her back without missing a beat, hand tapping her shoulder twice - quick, familiar, like a habit - before they stepped apart.

 

After a moment, Shauna turned back to Serena, her tone as proud as she looked excited. “Serena, this is Trevor - head of cinematography.”

 

Serena smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.”

 

Trevor nodded. “Likewise.” His voice was calm, steady, carrying none of Watson’s boisterous energy, but there was a quiet confidence to him.

 

Shauna crossed her arms and huffed dramatically. “Trevor didn’t even tell me he was gonna be working on this project! I only found out a week ago!”

 

Serena blinked. “Really?”

 

Trevor shrugged. “Didn’t plan on doing it originally.”

 

Shauna rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we know. ‘Didn’t want to be,’” she mimicked, exasperated but fond. “So why did you accept, then?”

 

Trevor adjusted the camera lens and focused it on his friend. “Because you’re the lead.”

 

Shauna groaned, pressing a hand to her forehead like he had just said something absurd. “That is so stupid.”

 

Trevor shrugged again, entirely unbothered. “You’re always fun to work with.”

 

Serena mustered a chuckle, but it felt hollow, like tapping on glass. Something twisted in her stomach - tight, sour, impossible to ignore, no matter how hard she tried to smooth it down like wrinkles in a dress that just wouldn’t press flat.

 

She wasn’t even sure why she felt annoyed - Trevor wasn’t even being rude or dismissive, and yet…

 

How must it feel to reject a project like this just because you didn’t feel like it?

 

She had worked for every role she had ever gotten, however small. She had taken jobs she didn’t even want, just for the chance to be in front of the camera, to prove herself. Trevor could just… choose? Just decide he wasn’t interested, like it wasn’t a big deal?

 

“Serena?”

 

She snapped out of her thoughts, realizing, with a bit of alarm, that she had been staring into Shauna’s set of light green eyes which mirrored her own with concern. 

 

“You okay?”

 

“Yeah,” Serena said quickly.

 

Shauna squinted at her. “Are you sure? You look like you just ate something really sour.” She wrinkled her nose dramatically to emphasize her point.

 

Serena nearly screamed internally. Stop making faces. Stop letting it show. Pull yourself together! Outwardly, she forced a laugh, the sound brittle at the edges, and gave a quick shake of her head. "I'm fine! Just a little nervous, that's all."

 

Shauna’s expression softened. “That’s normal. Don’t worry, you’re gonna do great.”

 

Serena nodded, plastering on a smile. “Yeah. Thanks.”

 

Trevor didn’t seem to notice Serena’s weak smile, already turning back to his camera, adjusting the focus like nothing had happened. Maybe, to him, nothing had. But Serena couldn’t help the way her stomach churned, the bitter taste of envy sitting heavy on her tongue.

 

It’s stupid, she scolded herself. You’re being stupid. Petty. Ugly.

 

She hated that word - ugly. It wasn't about her appearance. It was the feeling inside her chest, sharp and jagged, like cracked glass cutting into her self-esteem. Ash would hate seeing her like this. He’d look at her with those honest, earnest eyes of his and say, “Why does it matter? You’re here, aren’t you?” He’d smile, all sweet and sunshine and sincerity, and the jealousy would shrivel under the weight of her own embarrassment.

 

“Serena?”

 

Shauna’s voice yanked her back to reality. She blinked, startled, to find her friend watching her with mild concern.

 

“You’re really zoning out today. Are you sure you’re okay?”

 

Serena sighed. She really needed to get out of her own head. “I swear, I’m fine. Just… nerves.”

 

Shauna studied her for a moment longer, then, thankfully, let it drop. “Well, nerves or not, you’re gonna kill it. Come on, let’s leave Mr. Moody Camera Guy to his machines.”

 

Trevor didn’t look up, but his Charmeleon snorted, tail flame flicking as if to say Yeah, beat it. Serena bit back a smile at that.

 

As they weaved back through the set, Serena tried to untangle the knot in her chest. It wasn’t Trevor’s fault that he had the luxury of choice. It wasn’t Shauna’s fault that she had a friend so loyal he’d rearrange his life for her. Serena liked Shauna. She was grateful to Shauna, for dragging her into this whirlwind of lights and cameras and possibilities. Feeling bitter about it was… unattractive.

 

Ash wouldn’t like seeing you like this.

 

The thought again came unbidden, sharp and cutting. Serena faltered for half a step, heart skipping as guilt flooded her. It wasn’t fair to think that way - to tie her self-worth to what Ash might think. She was better than that. Stronger than that.

 

Wasn’t she?

 

But the truth clung stubbornly to the back of her mind, sticky and impossible to ignore. He’s always been in your corner. Since you were kids, even if he doesn’t remember. If he were here, he’d say something dumb but sweet, and you’d feel better in an instant. You already have someone who’d rearrange his life for you.

 

Serena’s grip on her bag tightened. That was the problem, wasn’t it? She wanted to lean on Ash. Always had.

 

You can’t keep relying on him forever.

 

But another voice - quieter, softer - whispered back: Why not?

 

For some reason, she couldn’t quite come up with an argument for that.

 

“Earth to Serena!”

 

Serena blinked, finding Shauna waving a hand in front of her face.

 

“Seriously,” Shauna said, half-laughing, “did you even hear me? I asked if you finished reading Detective Evanna yet? I mean, I know it’s only been a little while, but considering we’re on the set-”

 

“Oh!” Serena’s tension eased, relief rushing in like cool water. A distraction. Thank you, Shauna. She spoke maybe a little too quickly in her excitement. “Yeah! I finished it. I couldn’t put it down at the end there.”

 

Shauna’s face lit up. “Right?! It’s insane, isn’t it? That third act twist?”

 

“I know!” Serena gushed, fully leaning into the conversation now. “When Evanna realized the key was her relationship with Lily? I actually cried. My Fennekin thought I was having a breakdown.”

 

Shauna snickered. “Okay, but the ending. The ending. I’m still not over it.”

 

Serena’s excitement dimmed, replaced by something quieter, more contemplative. “Yeah. The client got her happy ending, technically - her name was Lia, right? She found out who killed her husband, she cleared his name, she got justice. But she’s still alone. Still raising her baby by herself. No miracle fix. Just… life moving on.”

 

Shauna nodded, expression softening. “That’s why I love Eleanor’s writing. She never sugarcoats it. Wins aren’t always neat and tidy.”

 

“That’s rare in a mystery book,” Serena murmured. “Most of them wrap everything up with a bow. This felt more… real.”

 

They slowed near the edge of the set, conversation drifting into more thoughtful territory. Shauna smiled, a little wistful. “Did you know Eleanor based everyone in the book on people she knows?”

 

Serena blinked. “Wait, really?”

 

“Yup. Lia was inspired by Eleanor’s cousin. They were super close. And Evanna and Lily? They’re apparently based on two of Eleanor’s old friends. Different jobs, obviously, but the personalities are spot on.”

 

Serena frowned thoughtfully, the book replaying in her mind. Lily - bright, sweet, a little shy but always good-natured, the kind of person who could make anyone feel safe. And Evanna - sharp-edged and no-nonsense, but with a quiet, fierce kindness underneath. A warmth that didn’t shout, but radiated like a well-tended flame.

 

“I think I’d like to meet them,” Serena said quietly. “The real ones.”

 

“Yeah. They’re the kind of people you want in your corner,” Shauna grinned, before her face morphed into a pout. “Although I really would have loved to meet Eleanor the most, personally.”

 

Before Serena could respond, a voice cut through the hum of the set.

 

“Ah! Shauna! Serena!”

 

They both turned to see a man striding toward them. Tall, lean, with sharp eyes and salt-and-pepper hair swept back in an almost careless way, the man had a familiar magnetism bringing Serena back all the way to that fateful audition in the café.

 

The Director.

 

He stopped in front of them, hands tucked into the pockets of his slate-gray coat. For a moment, he simply looked them over, like an artist evaluating his canvas. Then he smiled, looking quite self-assured.

 

Shauna snapped to attention, giving the director her best faux-salute. “Mr. Director, sir! Your detective and her partner ready for duty!”

 

The director’s smile was infectious. He offered a hand to both girls. “Victor, please. We’ll be working together a lot for these next coming months, and I do believe ‘Mr. Director’ will get old quite fast.”

 

Serena shook the extended hand automatically, brain still catching up. Shauna grinned beside her, entirely unfazed.

 

“Ready to make something unforgettable?” Victor asked, eyes glinting like he already knew the answer.

 

Serena blinked. Was she?

 

She thought about how this could change everything - how, for once, she wasn’t just another face in a commercial, smiling on cue, delivering rehearsed lines with no weight behind them. This was real. This was a story that mattered. Palermo’s voice echoed in her mind, steady and approving when she first got the call. Good work, Serena. Not effusive praise, but just enough to let her know she had made her proud. That meant something.

 

She thought about her mother. About the years of quiet sacrifices, the unwavering love, the tired but genuine smiles after long shifts. About how, despite everything, her mother never stopped believing in her. This was Serena’s chance to prove that belief hadn’t been misplaced. She imagined her mother’s surprise when she would tell her about her career as an actress, and for once, the thought didn’t immediately fill her with dread.

 

She thought about May, her childhood best friend - the girl who always encouraged her, always cheered her on, even from afar. One day, they’d meet again, at the top, and Serena wanted to stand tall when they did. To say, Hey, look! I did it too!

 

She thought about Aria, the idol she had admired for years, the performer she once thought was untouchable. But now, maybe - just maybe - this was the first step toward standing beside her, not just looking up from a distance.

 

She thought about Shauna, still beside her, practically vibrating with excitement. Shauna, who had never once doubted her. Who had dragged her through rehearsals, through last-minute line readings, through bouts of uncertainty with a bright smile and unshakable faith.

 

She thought about Eleanor. Eleanor, whose name was whispered with reverence. Eleanor, whose story deserved to be told right. Eleanor, who had poured her heart into this world before it was cruelly taken from her. Serena wanted to honor that. To make sure her memory wasn’t just remembered, but respected.

 

And finally - she thought about him.

 

That boy at summer camp, the one who had held her hand when she cried, who had promised her that she could do anything. The boy with the sunshine smile and lightning bolt cheeks, who had hugged her like it was the most natural thing in the world and told her never to give up. 

 

That boy, all grown up now, standing in the doorway of Café Ketchum, eyes warm, voice steady. You’ll be great, Serena. I know you will.

 

The nerves melted away. The fear, the doubt, the hesitation - gone. The only thing left was the flutter in her chest, the warmth spreading through her, the quiet certainty that she wasn’t alone.

 

Don’t give up. Not until it’s over.

 

She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Not when so many dreams - hers, and those of the people she cared for - were stitched into this moment.

 

Serena lifted her chin, met Victor’s gaze, and smiled.

 

“Absolutely.”

---

 

The lull after the morning rush was usually one of Ash’s favorite parts of the day. The café would settle into an easy rhythm - muffled chatter, the clink of plates being gathered, the low hum of the espresso machine. The morning regulars had mostly cleared out, leaving behind only a handful of customers nursing the last of their drinks.

 

Ash stood behind the counter, wiping down the espresso machine with the kind of focus that suggested he had absolutely nothing else on his mind. Which was a bold-faced lie.

 

His hands moved automatically - cleaning, restocking, preparing the few lingering orders - but his thoughts were tangled in a frustrating mess, looping back to the same thing over and over and over again.

 

Or rather, the same person.

 

Filming had started two days ago. Serena had warned him that the schedule would be brutal, that late-night shoots would keep her from swinging by the café as often. It’s just how it is, Ash, she had said, offering him a small, apologetic smile. I’ll try to come by when I can.

 

And Ash had expected to miss her. That was normal. He missed people all the time when he was younger - Brock, Misty, Iris, Dawn, Cilan… It was just part of life.

 

But this?

 

This was stupid.

 

He scowled at the milk frother like it had personally wronged him.

 

He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He wasn’t supposed to glance at the door every five minutes, half-hoping, half-expecting her to walk in even though he knew she wouldn’t. He wasn’t supposed to replay their last conversation in his head, picking apart every word, every smile, every moment she’d laughed at something dumb he said. He wasn’t supposed to lose sleep over this.

 

And yet, here he was, running on maybe two hours of rest, his body exhausted but his mind wide awake, caught in a restless loop of why do I feel like this?

 

Ash Ketchum didn’t do feelings. Not like this.

 

He had said goodbye to people his entire life. This - this frustrating, hollow ache in his chest - was new. 

 

Unwelcome.

 

He shook his head as if that would clear it, roughly dragging his rag across the counter. He needed to get a grip.

 

Really, the café was more peaceful than it had been for a while. Despite the hectic morning rush, the day had been pretty good so far. No big messes, no customer drama - he’d even gotten a message from Dawn telling him she’d be in the city next week. By all means, the scent of roasted beans mixed with the occasional whiff of something sweet from the kitchen (thank you, Mallow), Ash should have been enjoying the calm.

 

Heaven knows he’d been looking for it for a while. But here he was, stressing over a stupid-

 

“Um, Ash?”

 

Lillie’s voice pulled him out of his head so fast he nearly knocked over the sugar jar.

 

“Huh?” He blinked, only now realizing that she had been standing at the counter, watching him with an uncertain look.

 

Lillie gave him a puzzled glance. “You’ve been wiping that spot for five minutes.”

 

Ash looked down. He had been.

 

He set the rag aside quickly. “Oh. Uh. Just… making sure it’s extra clean?”

 

Lillie raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but she didn’t press. Instead, she set down a tray of cleaned cups, adjusting her apron. “I was just about to restock the napkins. But if you want me to handle anything else, I-”

 

“I got it,” Ash cut in. The last thing he needed was more time to think. “You take a break or something.”

 

Lillie hesitated. “I don’t mind working through it. I like keeping busy.”

 

Something about the way she said that made Ash pause.

 

It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed it - how Lillie always kept moving, always kept her hands full. If there wasn’t something to do, she would find something, anything.

 

And whenever she did take a break, she never really relaxed.

 

Ash tilted his head at her. “You sure? You’ve been running around all morning.”

 

Lillie glanced toward the kitchen, as if debating whether to fetch another tray. “It’s fine. I like it here.”

 

She said it simply. But there was an edge to it. A quiet urgency, as if this café was more than just a job to her.

 

Ash leaned against the counter, watching her carefully.

 

“You ever just stop?” he asked.

 

Lillie furrowed her brow. “What?”

 

“You know, take a minute. Breathe.” He exhaled exaggeratedly to prove his point. “Not do anything for a second?”

 

Lillie shifted on her feet. “…Not really.”

 

“Why not?”

 

She glanced away. “…I don’t like it.”

 

Ash waited, but she didn’t elaborate.

 

He could have let it go. Maybe he should have. But there was something about the way she gripped the hem of her apron, how her shoulders tensed ever so slightly.

 

“Not a fan of slowing down, huh?” he said casually.

 

Lillie hesitated, then shook her head. “I just… like to be useful.”

 

Ash frowned. Useful. Not busy. Not helpful.

 

Useful.

 

The word sounded heavy in her mouth.

 

“…You don’t have to prove anything, you know,” he said eventually.

 

Lillie’s fingers twitched. “I know.”

 

But she didn’t sound like she believed it.

 

A brief silence passed between them, broken only by the occasional clatter from the kitchen. Ash idly wondered if Mallow and Kiawe got into another argument, but decided against going to check. 

 

He had a feeling he was needed here much more.

 

Then, abruptly, an idea struck him, and Ash grinned. “Alright. Since you won’t take a break, I’ve got a different job for you.”

 

Lillie blinked, looking wary. “What is it?”

 

Ash grabbed the milk frother, holding it out to her. “Make me a latte.”

 

Lillie’s expression went completely blank. “I - what?”

 

Ash smirked. “You heard me. Time to test your skills.”

 

Lillie bristled. “I know how to make a latte.”

 

“Great! Then this should be easy.”

 

She scowled, but the challenge in his voice clearly got to her. With a stubborn huff, she grabbed the milk pitcher and got to work.

 

Ash leaned back, watching.

 

The thing about Lillie was - she was good. She had memorized every step, every measurement. She should have been perfect at this.

 

But when she went to pour the steamed milk, she hesitated. Just for a split second.

 

The latte art came out slightly off-center. Barely noticeable. But to Lillie, it might as well have been a disaster.

 

She stared at it, looking downright offended. “It’s not right.”

 

Ash snorted. “Looks fine to me.”

 

“No, it’s not.” She chewed her lip, shoulders tense. “I should do it over-”

 

“Nope,” Ash said, taking the cup before she could grab it. “I’m drinking it.”

 

Lillie gawked at him. “But-”

 

He took a sip. Then grinned. “Tastes good to me.”

 

Lillie still looked vaguely distressed.

 

Ash chuckled, nudging her lightly. “Y’know, if I cried every time I messed up, I’d be dehydrated by now. And my mess-ups were like, ten times worse than this.”

 

That got a reluctant snort out of her.

 

“Seriously, though,” he added, watching her carefully. “You don’t have to get everything perfect.”

 

Lillie looked down at the counter, fingers tightening around the milk pitcher.

 

“…Some things aren’t meant to be messy,” she murmured, barely audible.

 

Ash frowned. “Says who?”

 

Lillie didn’t answer.

 

It didn’t matter, because in that moment, Ash knew.

 

Knew that whatever weight she was carrying, whatever made her so determined, so desperate to always do things right-

 

It didn’t come from her.

 

Someone else put it there.

 

And he had a feeling - one he didn’t like - that someday, whatever she was running from was going to catch up to her.

 

Hypocrite. The voice in the back of his head murmured. It wasn’t his voice, but it was dark and sinister and dangerously familiar. Aren’t you running away from something too, little trainer?

 

He pushed it aside. He didn’t matter right now. Lillie needed his help.

 

He bumped her shoulder again, offering an easy grin. “C’mon, I’ll show you a trick for the milk. Let’s try again.”

 

Lillie hesitated - then nodded, rolling up her sleeves.

 

And as she set up the espresso shot, her movements just slightly more relaxed, Ash let the conversation drift into lighter waters. It seemed to help them both. And when Lillie proudly showed him her perfected latte, he ruffled her hair and laughed at her resulting pout.

 

He remembered the advise Serena gave him during their Christmas Party. 

 

She’ll tell you when she’s ready.

 

And when she did?

 

He’d be here.

Notes:

Hiya! Sorry for disappearing on you all! Wish I had a good excuse this time, but boy was this chapter kicking my ass. In the end, I had to move a bunch of stuff I was planning for this chapter to chapter 11, but I think this structure works better anyways

How’s everyone doing? Not to shamelessly self plug or anything, but did you know I released not one, but TWO whole oneshots about these two cuties within the last month? I know! I’m proud of me too!

Anyways, it feels like we’ve finally moved on from the setup chapters. Took us long enough, huh? All the little strands and breadcrumbs have been laid out in a manner I’m decently satisfied with. I cant wait for you all to experience it!!

I hope you guys really liked this chapter, and thank everyone for the support ❤️❤️

Chapter 11: What We Carry in Café Ketchum

Notes:

Finally got a chance to like, sit down and write a bunch? Wrote this a little after my last one shot.

Please enjoy!!!

The lab smelled like dust, coffee, and rain-soaked earth. The scent of old books and ozone clung to the walls, mixing with the sharper tang of metal and glass, the sterile undertone of research equipment. Outside, Pallet Town was gray with mist, the dampness from last night’s storm still clinging to the roads and rooftops.

 

Brock walked through the halls with steady steps, boots clicking lightly against the polished floor. He had been here countless times before, especially so when he was younger, but it had been a while recently after… everything. The assistants barely gave him a second glance - to them, he must have looked like just another visitor, another traveler passing through.

 

He reached the front desk, where a young man in a lab coat was hunched over a computer screen, brow furrowed in concentration.

 

“I’m here to see Professor Oak.”

 

The assistant didn’t even glance up. “Professor Samuel Oak retired years ago.”

 

Brock suppressed a sigh. “I know. I meant Gary. Gary Oak?”

 

That got a reaction. The kid winced, finally looking up. “Oh. Uh. Good luck with that.” He gestured vaguely down the hall. “Third door on the right.”

 

Brock decided against asking. He just walked.

 

The door was slightly ajar when he reached it, and the office beyond looked like a wreck. Papers stacked in precarious towers, research notes scattered like fallen leaves, Poké Balls half-opened and abandoned on shelves. A desk lamp flickered weakly, casting jagged shadows across the mess. And at the center of it all, facedown on his desk, dead to the world, was Gary Oak.

 

Brock couldn’t help but stare in amazement.

 

Gary was slumped over a pile of reports, one arm curled protectively around a half-finished document. His other hand still loosely held a pen, as if he had passed out mid-sentence. His hair was a mess, dark brown strands sticking up in odd angles, and his breathing was the deep, even rhythm of someone who hadn’t meant to fall asleep but had lost that battle anyway.

Brock leaned against the doorframe.

 

“Some things never change,” he murmured.

 

He stepped inside, pausing only to glance at the top of the paper Gary had collapsed onto. 

 

‘Comparative Analysis of Galarian and Kantonian Dynamax Phenomena – For Prof. Magnolia.’

 

Brock raised an eyebrow. Magnolia? The name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t for the life of him place it.

 

He glanced at Gary’s sleeping frame. He didn’t stir.

 

Brock considered his options. He could shake him awake. He could slam a book on the desk. Choosing a more merciful option, he grabbed an empty coffee cup, tapped it against the desk once, and said, flatly-

 

“Wake up, genius.”

 

Gary sucked in a sharp breath and jolted upright so fast his chair nearly tipped backward. “Hhwh-” He blinked rapidly, disoriented, before squinting at Brock. His voice was thick with sleep. “Brock? What - what time is it?”

 

Brock crossed his arms. “Morning. Just about.”

 

Gary groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Ugh. That means I overslept.” He blearily scanned the mess of notes in front of him. “Right. I was working on a report.”

 

“For… Magnolia?”

 

Gary yawned. “Yeah. Some fancy-pants scientist. I think she studies… space rocks? Energy? I don’t know, man, this stuff is dry. But Grandpa likes her, so I have to act interested.”

 

Brock’s eyes flickered to the sprawling paragraphs written on the sheet of paper. From the detailed diagrams around it, the several empty coffee cups littering the desk, and a Galarian news broadcast playing silently on the computer in the background, it certainly seemed like he was interested. 

 

Gary huffed, as if he could hear exactly what Brock was thinking. “I’m not. Not in this. You have no idea how much boring crap I have to finish before I can get to the research I actually want to do.” He gestured vaguely at the disaster zone that was his office. “I finally have the resources to work on something I’ve been waiting on for years-”

 

“I think Ash is in trouble.”

 

Gary paused. His posture straightened. His half-lidded eyes sharpened, alert, assessing, as he finished blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Brock could almost see the wheels turning in his head, the old instincts kicking in.

 

Carefully, Gary asked, “What happened?”

 

Brock pulled a manila folder from his knapsack and tossed it onto the desk. It landed with a quiet thud. Gary flipped it open.

 

His frown deepened. “Victor… Why does this guy look so familiar?”

 

Brock leaned forward. “He apparently directed that really famous Mew movie years ago.”

 

Gary’s expression flickered with recognition. “Oh, that guy. Yeah, the cinematography was great, but the writing was absolute garbage. Like, if you’re going to make a movie about Mew, at least get the genetic sequencing right. It’s literally in-”

 

“Gary.” Brock gave him a long, blank stare.

 

Gary coughed. “Right. Not the point.” He flipped another page, scanning the details. His frown deepened. “So he pretended to be a friend of Misty’s to run auditions in Ash’s café?”

 

Brock nodded.

 

Gary exhaled through his nose. “Okay. Yeah. Weird move. Why not just use your credentials and ask? It’s not like Ashy-Boy would ever say no…” He glanced up. “But is it enough to be this concerned?”

 

Brock hesitated. He knew what this looked like. It wasn’t like Ash hadn’t faced worse. Certainly worse than one shady film director.

 

But Brock had spent too many years watching his friend throw himself into danger, too many years seeing the toll it took.

 

Maybe he was the one scared. Scared of seeing his friend hurt like that again.

 

And Ash wasn’t a kid anymore. Neither was Brock.

 

His hands curled into fists. His voice, when he finally spoke, was quieter.

 

“I just… don’t want anyone hurting him again.”

 

Gary didn’t respond right away. He studied Brock’s face, reading something unspoken in his expression. And then - very slowly - he leaned back, tapping the edge of the file against the desk.

 

“Alright,” he sighed, softer now, devoid of his usual arrogance. “What do you need me to do?”

 

Brock let out a long breath he didn’t know he was holding. Good.

 

“We need to figure out what Victor’s deal is,” Brock paused, frowning down at the marble in deep thought. “He didn’t just randomly pick Ash’s café for those auditions. And I don’t like that he used Misty’s name to do it.”

 

Gary nodded, fingers drumming against the desk. “I can dig around. See if there’s any connection between him and Rocket, or anyone else we should be worried about.”

 

Brock lifted an eyebrow. “You have those kinds of contacts?”

 

Gary smirked. “You’d be surprised. Being a professor means people actually answer your emails.”

 

Brock huffed out a laugh, but his expression quickly sobered. “I’ll try to get more out of Misty. She didn’t know about the audition, but maybe she’s heard something else.”

 

Gary flipped the folder closed and stood up, stretching. His usual cocky grin flickered back into place, but there was a weight behind it now, something serious lurking under the surface.

 

“Alright,” he said. “Let’s find out what this guy wants.”

 

---

 

Four days.

Four long, blasted, horrible days.

 

Was she being a little overdramatic? Maybe, but quite frankly, she’s earned it, thank you very much.

 

And it wasn’t that shooting was awful or anything. In fact, it was quite the opposite. 

 

Serena had never experienced anything quite like this. The studio lights, the precise movements of the cameras, the quiet murmurs between takes - it was electrifying. The moment the director called "Action!" she wasn’t Serena anymore. She was Lily, best friend to the sharp and brilliant Detective Evanna, loyal to a fault and always eager to help.

 

The problem wasn’t the set.

 

The problem was that, even in the middle of all this excitement, she missed the place she had begun to call home.

 

She missed Café Ketchum. The warm scent of freshly brewed tea. The comforting hum of customers chatting in the background. The sight of Pikachu sneaking pastries when he thought no one was looking. The way Ash would furrow his brows in concentration as he practiced a new drink recipe, only to turn and look at her in excitement, eyes sparkling as he pushed the cup towards her so she could taste.

 

Ugh - she missed him. 

 

Far more than she expected.

 

They hadn’t seen each other since filming started. She’d warned him things would get busy, but she hadn’t expected the days to stretch so long. The late-night shoots drained every ounce of her energy, leaving her no time to visit the café. They texted here and there, but it wasn’t the same.

 

She wondered idly if he missed her too.

 

Serena let out a quiet groan, adjusting her costume - a light blue cardigan over a floral dress - as she made her way to the set.

 

“Rough morning?” a voice drawled beside her.

 

Serena turned to see Elisa, the actress playing Chief Agatha Monroe, smirking at her. Elisa was tall, with striking yellow and black hair that she always kept in a tight ponytail. Her character was Evanna’s biggest headache on the force, the no-nonsense police chief who didn’t believe in gut feelings or rogue detective work. Elisa was sharp-witted and effortlessly cool, the kind of person who could steal the air from a room just by walking in.

 

Serena liked her. She was intimidating, but in a fun way.

 

“Something like that,” Serena admitted.

 

Shauna popped out next to her, seemingly out of nowhere, offering a concerned look. “Are you okay?”

 

"I-" Serena hesitated, then sighed. "Yeah. I guess I’m just missing my friends a lot more than I thought I would."

Elisa hummed knowingly. "Happens to a lot of first-timers. The set becomes your whole world for a while. It’s exciting, but also isolating."

 

Isolating.

 

Yeah. That word stung in all the right places.

 

She was surrounded by everything she ever dreamed of, and she felt so alone.

 

Pathetic.

 

“Hey, kid,” Elisa regarded her with a concerned look, and she realised that some of her inner thoughts may have bubbled up onto her face. “You okay?”

 

She didn’t say anything, only nodded and offered a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

 

She had a feeling Elisa could tell.

 

Elisa didn’t push, which Serena appreciated. Instead, she nudged her shoulder gently with her own and nodded toward the soundstage.

 

“Come on, kid. Let’s go play make-believe.”

 

Serena followed, her thoughts still trailing behind her like stubborn shadows. The set for the precinct was already alive with movement - grips adjusting lights, sound techs fiddling with mics, a makeup artist dabbing Shauna’s cheek with a powder puff. The artificial hum of the fake police station - phones ringing, boots scuffling on linoleum - blended with the quiet chatter of the crew, creating a rhythm she was only just beginning to feel synced with.

 

Shauna caught Serena’s eye and grinned, a silent but familiar look that said, We got this.

 

Today, they were filming a scene set in the middle of episode one - a turning point in the case where Lily and Evanna sit across from each other in a cluttered evidence room, sorting through files and half-finished theories. It was a quieter scene, meant to show the growing trust between them. It didn’t have the fire of a chase or the tension of a confrontation, but it had its own kind of intensity - the kind that came from knowing the characters were building something beneath the surface.

 

Serena settled into her chair across from Shauna, who had already slipped effortlessly into her role. The director called for silence, cameras rolled, and just like that - Evanna and Lily were back.

 

“…We’ve got witness statements that don’t match the timelines,” Shauna murmured, scanning the papers in front of her, her brow furrowed in that fierce Evanna way. It was always a little unnerving, how fast she was able to switch her voice from one filled with warmth and emotion to one clipped, guarded, and cold. “Either someone’s lying, or someone’s hiding.”

 

Serena leaned in as Lily would, hugging her sweater closer to herself. “What about the phone records?”

 

“They’re clean,” Evanna replied, shaking her head. “Too clean. Like someone scrubbed them.”

 

Serena paused for half a beat - just long enough to let Lily’s uncertainty show - and then reached for a picture on top of the manila folder between them. “What about this, then?” she asked softly, her finger sliding over the grainy photograph. “He’s in the background of two different crime scene shots. That can’t be a coincidence, can it?”

 

Shauna looked at it, then at her. And something flickered between them - not just their characters, but the girls underneath. Recognition. Trust. A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

 

“That’s good work, Lily.”

 

The director let the silence sit for a breath before calling, “Cut!”

 

A murmur of satisfaction rolled through the crew, and someone shouted “Reset!” as the camera moved positions.

 

Serena exhaled, her heart still humming with the tail end of the scene’s energy. Shauna spun in her chair and grinned, grabbing Serena’s hand and squeezing it quickly.

 

“That felt so good,” she whispered, eyes glowing.

 

“It really did,” Serena admitted, a small blush rising on her cheeks. She tried to steady her pulse, but something about acting like Lily - quiet, unsure, but slowly growing more confident - hit a little close to home.

 

“See?” Shauna nudged her. “You’re a natural.”

 

“I don’t know about that,” Serena shrugged, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

 

“Then I’ll know it for you.”

 

It was so Shauna, Serena had learned. Bold, bright, completely unfiltered. And comforting in a way she hadn’t expected to need.

 

It reminded her a little bit of May. The two would no doubt be good friends.

 

The day continued in flashes and fragments - quick costume changes, retakes from different angles, whispered direction from the script supervisor, an unexpected makeup touch-up when a bit of foundation started to melt under the heat of the lights. Between scenes, Serena found herself watching the crew more than usual - the way they all moved like gears in a perfect clock, each with a role, each deeply important.

 

She missed the simplicity of the café, but there was something beautiful in this chaos too.

 

During lunch, she found herself sitting with Elisa and Shauna in a shaded corner of the outdoor lot. Shauna was biting into a wrap the size of her face while Elisa daintily picked at a salad.

 

“I swear,” Elisa said, after watching Shauna devour her meal with near-reckless speed, “you eat like you’re still in college.”

 

“That’s because I just got out,” Shauna replied, her mouth full, then made an exaggerated gagging sound. “Barely.”

 

“It’s been what - two years since you dropped out?”

 

“One and a half,” Shauna corrected proudly. “As soon as I realised I was getting paid more here than I would with any job having a degree…” 

 

She paused, then added, “Helps that it’s a lot of fun, too!”

 

Serena nodded slowly. She understood the feeling. Once you get a taste of something that fills you, that lets you shine, it’s hard to go back. Even if she herself had never really gone to school.

 

Elisa glanced at Serena. “And what about you? You okay, kid?”

 

Serena stirred her iced tea with her straw. “Yeah. I’m just… still trying to soak it all in.”

 

“You’ll find your rhythm,” Elisa said gently. “Don’t rush it. First time doing anything new is always going to feel strange.”

 

Strange. Yes. But thrilling too.

 

Later that day, they shot a short scene with all three of them - Chief Monroe lecturing Evanna and Lily about jurisdiction and protocol, while both tried not to roll their eyes in tandem. The director loved it, praised the chemistry, and asked them to run it twice more, one with a wider angle and another from behind Serena’s shoulder.

 

Serena didn’t mind the repetition. She was beginning to understand what rhythm looked like here.

 

She was beginning to understand Lily too.

 

After the shoot wrapped, Shauna flopped dramatically onto the couch in their shared trailer, her entire body melting into the cushions with an exaggerated groan. “I think I pulled something pretending not to be annoyed at Elisa’s character.”

 

“That bad, huh?” Serena teased, toeing off her shoes.

 

“Oh, the worst.” Shauna grinned. “Evanna needs a nap and some therapy.”

 

“Don’t we all?”

 

Their laughter came easily - bubbling up like spring water breaking through stone - unforced, unfiltered, and refreshing. It filled the space between them, softening the harshness of the day, like sunlight spilling into a quiet room.

 

Serena reached for her phone, instinct more than intention. Her thumb hovered above Ash’s name in her messages. She hadn’t texted him all day. Not for lack of wanting - she’d taken pictures between takes, captured silly behind-the-scenes moments, even filmed a short clip of Shauna doing a terrible impression of their director. She had a dozen chances to connect.

 

But now, all of it felt... hollow. Like noise. None of it really touched what she wanted to say.

 

How could she explain that even with the cameras, the crew, the makeup and wardrobe and lights - everything she had once longed for - there was still something missing? A small ache, nestled quietly behind her ribs. That the applause after a perfect take didn’t quite settle the sense that she was somehow performing more than just a role—that she was becoming someone else and wasn’t sure if she liked her yet.

 

Her gaze dropped, self-conscious, and then-

 

A notification. She blinked.

 

With her phone on silent, she had missed them. Ash.

 

She tapped into the thread and felt her breath catch. Her breath hitched as she saw his message, surrounded by smiley face emojis.

 

Ash

Hey Serena!!! Hope everything is going well over there!

 

A photo followed.

 

Pikachu, curled up asleep on the café counter - her usual seat. His little paws tucked beneath him, his ears drooping, his tail gently curved. The caption underneath read:

 

I think he misses you.

 

Her throat tightened. She felt like crying.

 

She set the phone down, face-down on the cushion beside her, eyes stinging. She couldn’t text back - not yet. Not like this. She’d thank him, eventually. Maybe they’d call. And if they did, she knew he’d hear it in her voice - that small, cracking edge that betrayed everything she couldn’t put into words.

 

Across the room, Shauna had somehow dragged herself onto the bed, flopping down like a ragdoll. Serena hesitated. Her voice was quieter now, as if afraid of breaking something delicate.

 

“Shauna?”

 

“Mmm?” came the muffled reply.

 

“I - well, you’ve been doing this a lot longer than I have, so I guess I just wanted to ask… Do you ever miss… the way things were? Before all of this?”

 

Shauna blinked up at her, caught off-guard by the softness. But after a pause, she nodded, eyes thoughtful.

 

“I miss some things,” she said honestly. “I miss when none of my friends were too busy to talk. When the three of us could just meet up, chase after Pokémon, laugh about everything and nothing. I miss how simple it all felt.”

 

Then she smiled, faint but certain.

 

“But I also love this. I love what I do. Even on the hard days. I wouldn’t give it up.”

 

Serena nodded slowly, letting it settle.

 

She thought of her mother’s ranch. The smell of hay in the summertime. The way Rhyhorn used to buck her off without warning. The nights lying on her back in the grass, the stars stretching so far above her they felt like promises. She used to believe that if she wanted something badly enough, the world would bend to make room for her dream.

 

Now she wasn’t so sure. She was pretty sure she hadn’t been for a long time.

 

She wasn’t that girl anymore. Scarier, even, she wasn’t even sure who she was becoming.

 

Shauna stretched again, a yawn half-swallowed in her pillow. “Alright, I’m gonna knock out. We’ve got a full day tomorrow, and I want at least six hours where I’m not pretending to be emotionally dead inside.”

 

Serena couldn’t suppress a grin. “Goodnight, Shauna.”

 

“Night.”

 

As the trailer dimmed into quiet, Serena lay back, phone still resting by her side. Her eyes lingered on the ceiling, unfocused.

 

She wasn’t Lily, just as Shauna wasn’t Evanna. But some days, she wasn’t sure if she was Serena either.

 

Maybe she was still becoming. Maybe Lily - the character she was learning to inhabit - didn’t need all the answers just yet. Maybe none of them did.

 

And maybe, just maybe, the girl who once lay in fields under stars wasn’t lost.

 

Maybe she was just waiting.

 

Waiting to see what kind of woman she would become.

 

---

 

Ash had just finished wiping down the last of the tables when the breeze rolled in, brushing through the open windows like a welcome sigh. Outside, the city glowed in soft amber - sunlight catching the rooftops, dancing across the café’s flower boxes, gilding the café with that late-day hush that always made him a little more still than usual.

 

Pikachu lay curled on the counter, eyes fluttering, his slow breaths fogging the glass beside a now-empty parfait dish Serena had always liked. He figured his partner had been missing the honey blonde, having sat himself on that very specific spot on the counter every day for the past four days.

 

Her spot.

 

Ash glanced at his phone.

 

No response yet.

 

That was fine. He told himself it was fine.

 

The door chimed faintly as someone entered, and he looked up, half-expecting the bell to ring with her silhouette behind it. But it was Lillie.

 

She stepped in carefully, clutching her purse tight to her side. A soft smile bloomed on her face as she greeted him. "Hi, Ash."

 

"Hey, Lillie. You’re in early today."

 

Her smile faltered for half a second. “Yeah. I, um, thought I’d help set up the evening specials.”

 

Ash nodded, doing his best not to react to that thing in her voice didn’t quite land right.

 

She looked tired. Not the kind of tired that came from missed sleep, but the kind that sat behind your eyes and refused to leave - like she was carrying something.

 

"Did you… walk here again?" he asked, wiping his hands on a towel.

 

“I did,” she said quickly, almost too quickly. "Don’t worry though, I’m fine. It was nice. Fresh air. Cleared my head."

 

“I - um - right.”

 

Lillie moved toward the back, her voice lighter, too casual. “Where are the rest?”

 

Ash blinked, caught off guard. “Uh - well, Kiawe and Mallow finished their shift earlier today. Sophocles should be here in a few hours. Not sure about Lana, but-”

 

A hum.

 

He paused, and glanced around the café.

 

What was that?

 

“Oh, that’s cool. It's been a while since I’ve seen everyone,” Lillie sighed as she tied her apron.

 

Ash tilted his head. “Don’t you see each other in school?”

 

Lillie frowned faintly. “I don’t go to their school. I go to a private one near the business district.”

 

Ash hummed, thoughtful. “Oh yeah. That really fancy pants one near the Aether Foundation, right?”

 

Lillie shifted. “Right.”

 

Ash narrowed his eyes slightly. Not suspicious, exactly - but watching. He’d gotten better at reading people over the years, even if he didn’t always know what to do with what he saw.

 

He exhaled. “You okay, Lillie?”

 

“I’m fine,” she said again, sharper this time - then winced like she didn’t mean for it to come out like that. “Sorry. I just… I’m tired.”

 

Ash’s brow furrowed. “You sure you should be working today?”

 

“I want to,” she said quickly. “I like it here.”

 

That part, at least, rang true. But the way she clutched her purse - held it tight against her side like it contained her heartbeat - that didn’t.

 

She caught him looking. Her grip tightened just slightly.

 

Ash kept his tone light. “You carrying treasure in there or something?”

 

She blinked. “Huh?”

 

He chuckled. “Your bag. You’ve been holding it like a baby Growlithe.”

 

“Oh. Um - just school stuff. Notebook. Hair tie. Nothing important.”

 

He raised an eyebrow. “School bag’s usually bulkier.”

 

She looked away.

 

Ash didn’t push. Not yet.

 

But Pikachu stirred beside him, nose twitching. The little mouse sat up, ears perked, eyes narrowing toward Lillie’s bag with a quiet, curious, “Pika?”

 

He frowned. His partner’s senses were sharp - sharper than anyone gave him credit for. He didn’t react like that to a pencil case.

 

Lillie shifted her weight, pressing her bag closer to her hip. “I’ll go prep the teas,” she mumbled, already moving toward the back.

 

“Lillie,” Ash said gently.

 

She stopped.

 

There was a silence then - more fragile than awkward.

 

Ash set down the towel in his hands. Stepped out from behind the counter.

 

“You know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?”

 

Her back was to him. Shoulders stiff. He could see the rise and fall of her breathing - too fast, too shallow.

 

“I don’t want to make it a thing,” she whispered.

 

“You being scared is a thing.”

 

“I’m not scared.”

 

Ash waited.

 

“I’m not,” she said again, quieter now. “I just… don’t know what to do yet.”

 

There was something so young in that confession. Not in a childish way - but in a way that reminded Ash how old they all pretended to be sometimes. How heavy things could feel when you didn’t have the words for them. Even at 20 years old, he wasn’t sure how to speak half of what was on his mind at any given time.

 

“Okay,” Ash said softly. “Then don’t do anything. Just… let me be here with you. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

 

Lillie turned halfway toward him - eyes shining, but unshed. And for the first time since she’d stepped into the café, her shoulders eased a little.

 

And from somewhere in her bag - barely more than a whisper - came that sound again.

 

A faint, melodic hum.

 

Pikachu’s ears twitched. He stirred, nose sniffing the air.

 

Ash froze.

 

And so did she.

 

And this time, Lillie didn’t lie. 

 

She just looked at him. 

 

And unzipped her purse.

Notes:

Hiya! How we feeling on this fine Friday/Saturday? We feelin good?

I feel like several apologies are in order 😭😭😭

First! I am so sorry for the last one shot I posted. Needless to say, your cursing seems to have worked, as I have been stricken with a terrible plague! (A mild cold)

Oh, also, my bad for taking so long. Feels like I never have time to sit down and write for a long period of time, except for late at night, and thats where I write my one shots!

Anyways, next chapter is Nebbie time!! And our cuties get to meet again!!! I promise!!!

Thank you all for the kind words and the compliments on the Love Like This series, I hope you all continue to enjoy both as they go along.

Love yall! Ciya next time ❤️❤️❤️

Chapter 12: Starlight at Café Ketchum

Notes:

BOO! I'm back!

I'll explain a whole lot at the end. For now, please enjoy the chapter!

The café had gone quiet.

 

It wasn’t the lull of an afternoon rush dying down, nor the content silence of regulars sipping their lattes with noses buried in newspapers. This was a different kind of hush - an almost fragile one, like the air itself was holding its breath. Even the faint hum of the espresso machine seemed muffled, and Pikachu’s tail gave a nervous flick as his ears pricked forward.

 

From the opening of Lillie’s purse, something began to rise.

 

It wasn’t at all like what Ash had expected - though truthfully, he hadn’t known what to expect when Lillie finally unzipped that stubborn little bag she guarded like a lifeline. For all the secrecy and tension in her shoulders these past few days, some part of him had braced for contraband Poké Balls, forbidden tech, or maybe even a letter she was too afraid to read. But what floated out instead made his eyes widen and his chest tighten with spiraling emotions of both awe and worry.

 

The little creature drifted upward like a bubble loose from the sea floor. It shimmered as if woven from the night sky itself - purples and deep blues swirling together like ink dropped into water, speckled with tiny golden flecks that pulsed faintly, like distant stars. Wisps of cloudy vapor curled and dispersed with every gentle bob of its body, and the air carried a faint, otherworldly hum, melodic in tone but irregular, like a lullaby sung by the cosmos itself.

 

Ash couldn’t look away.

 

He’d seen countless Pokémon across his journeys - rare, strong, ordinary, and extraordinary - but nothing quite like this. 

 

It wasn’t just about raw strength, though his gut told him this little one wasn’t ordinary. It was something else, something harder to name. The creature radiated mystery, as if the colors swirling through its body carried secrets the world itself had forgotten.

 

This wasn’t the kind of Pokémon even the most seasoned trainers boasted of finding. Ash knew that better than anyone.

 

No - this wasn’t a Pokémon that simply lived in the world. It felt like it belonged to something far greater.

 

By Ash’s side, Pikachu sat frozen. His ears twitched, and his cheeks sparked faintly as though preparing for danger. But he didn’t attack. Instead, he stared with round, wary eyes, then wrinkled his nose when the gaseous creature floated too close and bumped lightly against his head.

 

“Pika…” he grumbled, unimpressed, his tiny paws pushing the newcomer gently back.

 

The cloud-like Pokémon only giggled - or at least, the hum it released changed to a higher, almost playful pitch - and spun in a slow, dizzying loop through the café. It drifted past the hanging lights, caught the reflections of glass mugs on shelves, and finally bumbled toward the espresso machine, where its wisp-like edges brushed against the polished steel. The machine hissed indignantly as a sensor misread the touch, releasing a sudden burst of steam. 

 

The creature yelped in its melodic way and zipped backward in a panicked teleport, reappearing three feet above the counter - directly in front of a now very grumpy Pikachu. Sparks danced visibly across Pikachu’s cheeks.

 

“Pika-chuuu,” he growled.

 

“Whoa, hey, buddy.” Ash’s hand came down instinctively, steadying Pikachu before anything escalated. His voice was calm, though his heart was anything but. “It’s alright. It’s not trying to hurt anyone.”

 

Pikachu huffed an indignant sigh under his breath, his tail giving a lash out as if to say Not yet.

 

Ash’s gaze lifted, finally tearing away from the starry little being to focus on Lillie. She was clutching the edge of her purse tightly in both hands, knuckles white, eyes wide as if bracing herself for judgment.

 

“Lillie…” Ash’s tone was careful, soft. “What is this?”

 

Her lips pressed together, and for a moment it looked like she might snap the purse shut again and run out the door. But then her shoulders sagged, and she gave a small, resigned exhale.

 

“I… I don’t know what it is,” she admitted, her voice trembling at first but steadier as she continued. “I found it a couple weeks ago. Or… maybe it found me.” Her eyes flicked to the little creature, which had drifted down to hover near the pastry case, peering curiously at the croissants as though they were rare fossils. “It was alone. Frightened. I couldn’t just leave it.”

 

Ash folded his arms slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Where’d you find it?”

 

“In Aether Paradise,” she said, so quickly he almost didn’t catch it. “In the restricted labs, before I left home. My mother-” She cut herself off sharply, jaw tightening, as though she’d already revealed too much. “It doesn’t matter. I just… I didn’t trust her to keep it safe. I didn’t trust anyone. So I took it.”

 

Ash let her words settle between them, letting the silence stretch just long enough for the courage behind them to sink in. He didn’t need to know every detail about her life to recognize what it took for her to admit even this much.

 

He had a sense of her background - not in specifics, but in the way she carried herself. If Clemont was rich, Aether Paradise was another world entirely. Ash could see it in the careful way she shifted her weight, the precision in every gesture, the tension in her fingers as they gripped the purse. Everything about her spoke of polish and control, of a life where mistakes weren’t easily forgiven and independence was something to fight for.

 

He didn’t need to know the intricacies of the labs or the hierarchy, or the shadow her mother cast over every decision. He could feel it in the quiet lines of her posture, in the careful caution behind her eyes.

 

He glanced at the Pokémon again, noting its carefree curiosity, the way it zipped from one object to the next without seeming to care about its surroundings.

 

He chose his next words carefully.

 

““These things…” His voice was steady, almost casual, though his eyes were sharp. “They show up when you least expect it.”

 

Lillie blinked. “These things?”

 

“Oh, y’know,” Ash said simply. “Legendary Pokémon.”

 

Her jaw dropped slightly. “I-I’m sorry?”

 

Pikachu tilted his head, sparing Lillie a quick glance before nodding firmly. “Pika.”

 

Lillie’s hands gripped her purse tighter, panic rising in her chest. “But… but that can’t be. I mean - it’s so small! And it doesn’t even battle! It’s just…” She gestured helplessly as the creature attempted to squeeze itself halfway into a coffee mug on the counter, producing a muffled hum of confusion when it couldn’t fit. “…cute?”

 

Ash chuckled softly at the sight, though there was no humor in his eyes. “Legendaries don’t always look the part. Some of ‘em can hide it pretty well.”

 

His gaze softened when he noticed the way Lillie’s breathing had quickened. He hadn’t meant to scare her. But at the same time, she needed to understand the truth.

 

“I’ve seen ‘em,” he continued, his tone shifting - lighter, almost offhand. “A lot, actually.”

 

That made her head snap toward him. “You - you’ve what?!”

 

He shrugged, as though it wasn’t a big deal. “Yeah. Kinda lost count after a while. Pikachu and I seem to run into them all the time.”

 

Pikachu gave a sheepish grin, scratching behind one ear as though to say guilty as charged.

 

Ash’s words tumbled out easily, casually - like a friend reminiscing about places he’d visited. But to Lillie, they landed like a thunderclap. Her whole life, Legendary Pokémon had been whispered about in textbooks and hushed bedtime stories, distant figures of awe and reverence. And here was Ash Ketchum - twenty years old, running a coffee shop - admitting he’d seen them “countless times” as if he were talking about running into Rattata on a hiking trail.

 

“You… you can’t be serious,” she whispered.

 

Ash met her wide eyes, and his small, wry smile told her everything. He wasn’t joking.

 

Her mind reeled. Just who is this man?

 

Ash rubbed the back of his neck, eyes tracking Nebby as it spun lazy circles above the pastry case. The little Pokémon’s star-flecked body cast faint glimmers over the glass, like a pocket galaxy set loose in the café. Ash’s voice came slower this time, more deliberate.

 

“The thing is…” He paused, jaw working, searching for words he wasn’t sure Lillie wanted to hear. “…whenever a Legendary shows up, it’s never just by chance. Someone always tries to use them.” His tone dipped, tight at the edges. “That doesn’t tend to end well.”

 

The café seemed to shrink around her at those words. Lillie’s throat tightened and she tugged at a loose strand of hair, her fingers trembling slightly as she tugged on a leather strap of her purse.

 

“I - oh…” Her fingers went white on the strap. She swallowed hard, the words tumbling out in a rush before she could stop them. “I thought… if no one knew, no one would come looking. I knew they would do things to it. I couldn’t let that happen.”

 

She looked up, unshed tears gathering in her eyes. “Please don’t be mad at me. Please.”

 

Her voice faltered. She clutched the purse to her chest like it might shield her from his judgment, then finally dared to lift her gaze. Unshed tears blurred her vision.

 

“Please don’t be mad at me. Please?”

 

Ash blinked, taken off guard by the crack in her voice. For a second, he just stared, the plea hanging between them like fragile glass. Then his expression softened, the edge of worry in his eyes melting into something steadier.

 

“Mad?” he said quietly, shaking his head. “Lillie, no. Why would I be mad? You were protecting him.”

 

He leaned forward on his elbows, voice firm now, almost protective on her behalf. “You did the right thing. If you hadn’t stepped in, who knows where… uh… it would’ve ended up? With people who don’t care, that’s for sure.”

 

Lillie nodded, exhaling shakily, shoulders rising and falling as though she’d been holding her breath for hours. The tension in her chest eased, not gone but thinned, loosened by Ash’s words. Still, she couldn’t meet his eyes for long. Instead, she glanced toward the little star-cloud that was now circling lazily near the pastry case, pausing every so often to peer at its reflection in the glass.

 

“I… I wasn’t even sure what to call it,” she murmured. Her fingers worried at the leather of her purse strap, twisting and tugging until her knuckles whitened again. “At first I thought it’d leave - or that someone would take it from me. But it didn’t. It just… stayed.” Her gaze softened as she watched the creature bump its head gently against the display case before tumbling backward with a delighted hum. “The first time I saw it, it looked like a piece of the sky - a little cloud drifting through the dark. All glowing and mysterious and… endless.”

 

Her lips curved, hesitant. “So I started calling it…Nebby. Because it reminded me of those nebula clouds we learned about at school. It just… kind of felt right.”

 

Ash blinked - and then grinned. The sound that left him was halfway between a laugh and a bark of disbelief. “Nebby?” His smile widened, warm. “That’s awesome!”

 

As if summoned, the little being gave a cheerful cry and zipped straight toward him. Ash barely had time to react before Nebby bumped into his chest with the force of a plush toy and wriggled there like it had found the perfect spot.

 

Ash chuckled, cradling it against him. The sensation was strange - not like fur or scales, but like holding a warm breeze that had decided to take shape. He could feel a faint thrum under his palm, like a faint heartbeat. “Guess you approve of the name, huh?”

 

Nebby’s glow brightened, the golden flecks in its body shimmering like a shower of meteors, and it let out a sound so close to a laugh that even Pikachu’s ears twitched in surprise.

 

For a moment, the café felt different - lighter, warmer, like all the heaviness of the last few minutes had cracked open to let something softer in. Lillie watched with wide eyes, her throat tightening at the sight of Ash holding Nebby like it was the most natural thing in the world. Not fear, not suspicion - just acceptance.

 

“You see?” Ash said, lifting his gaze to her with that same steady warmth. “It likes you. And it obviously loves its name, too.”

 

Something trembled in Lillie’s chest. She nodded, a tiny motion, almost fragile. “…Maybe it does.”

 

She didn’t realize until then that she was smiling - a small, uneven smile, but real.

 

And then the moment fractured.

 

The café door chimed, the soft bell sounding louder than it ever had. Both Ash and Lillie startled, and even Nebby twitched in his arms, blinking toward the sound.

 

At that moment, it dawned on Ash that showing off this potentially mythical Pokémon in the middle of the café, while the doors were unlocked, may not have been his wisest choice.

 

He seemed to be making all sorts of stupid decisions lately.

 

“Hey, guys!”

 

Sophocles stepped in from the setting evening sun, a little flushed from the walk over, his backpack tugging at his shoulders. He wiped sweat from his brow, already calling out before he’d even crossed the threshold. “You got any of those malasadas left, or did Mallow wipe you out again-”

 

He stopped mid-sentence.

 

His gaze had landed squarely on the small, shimmering Pokémon nestled against Ash’s chest.

 

For a beat, everything stilled. Sophocles’ mouth hung slightly open, his eyes darting between Ash, Lillie, and the starry creature that hummed softly in confusion at the sudden silence.

 

“…Whoa,” Sophocles breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper, but heavy with awe.

 

The sound was enough to make Nebby squirm. It slipped from Ash’s hold, floating a little higher, drifting in an uncertain arc toward the ceiling lights. Pikachu’s ears flattened, his gaze cutting toward Ash like a silent warning.

 

Things were about to get seriously complicated.

 

---

 

Serena couldn’t sleep.

 

The little trailer Shauna and she shared was quiet, the sort of heavy quiet that made every breath sound too loud. Outside, the air pressed cold against the thin walls, the night still and brittle. Every now and then the wind slid across the metal siding, a low whistle that made the place creak. Somewhere off in the distance, a heater clicked on with a hollow groan before settling into its steady hum.

 

Shauna was curled up in her bunk, bundled beneath a thick quilt, her breathing soft and even. A little puff of condensation slipped from her lips with each exhale in the chilly air. Serena, meanwhile, lay wide awake, her blanket twisted around her legs from the endless shifting. No matter how many times she rolled over or how tightly she closed her eyes, sleep wouldn’t come.

 

Her mind simply wouldn’t stop.

 

It wasn’t stage nerves exactly, though performing was always at the edges of her thoughts. It was everything else - the swirl of memories, doubts, the way she still wasn’t sure if she belonged. 

 

She hugged her pillow close, staring at the faint pattern of moonlight across the ceiling.

 

Every contest left her chasing that same feeling: the rush of lights, the crowd’s attention, the breathless hope that this time she’d be good enough. That people wouldn’t just clap politely, but truly see her. She thought she was past those insecurities, but they always came creeping back when the world grew quiet and there was nothing to drown them out.

 

A soft shiver traced her spine. Maybe it was the draft, maybe it was guilt. She hadn’t answered Ash’s last message. She hadn’t meant to ignore him, really - she was just so busy, and it was easier to sleep than think, and sometimes it hurt too much to admit how much she still missed him. Easier to tell herself she’d reply tomorrow. But she wasn’t sure tomorrow would ever come..

 

Her fingers brushed over the edge of her pillow, and her chest ached faintly. Did he even notice? Did he ever think of her when the nights grew long and restless like this?

 

She shut her eyes tight, willing the thoughts away. Sleep, she told herself. Just sleep. But the silence pressed in thicker, and the harder she tried, the louder her heart seemed to beat.

 

And then, like magic, muffled through her blanket, came the faint buzz and glow of her phone.

 

The faint vibration on the little shelf beside her made her jolt like she’d been caught doing something wrong. She scrambled quickly, trying not to wake Shauna, and cupped the device close. The screen lit up, and for a moment the glow burned against her tired eyes.

 

Oh. It was him.

 

She cursed herself internally. Here she was, constantly getting in her own way, and Ash was the one reaching out first again.

 

Her thumb hovered nervously over the notification. The preview blinked:

 

Ash

Whenever you get the chance, can we call?

Something kinda happened…

 

Serena sat up, heart drumming in her ears. Something happened? At this hour? She didn’t even think - she just swung her legs out of bed, slipped her shoes on silently, and crept out the narrow trailer door into the night.

 

The air was chilly and biting, the kind that made her wish she brought a coat. She stepped a little ways from the trailer, enough that Shauna’s sleep wouldn’t be disturbed, and pressed the call button before she could second-guess herself.

 

The ring only lasted a second.

 

“Serena?”

 

The sound of his voice through the speaker made her stomach flip. He sounded… alert, not tired at all, which only deepened her confusion. “Ash? Sorry, did I - did I call too fast? I just saw your message.”

 

“No! No, it’s fine,” he said quickly. “Actually… I’m glad. I didn’t know if you’d be awake.”

 

Serena let out a small laugh, though it carried more nerves than humor. “Awake is one word for it.” She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing up at the stars scattered over the city skyline. “Why are you awake at this hour?”

 

On the other end, there was a muffled shuffle, then - loud and clear - Sophocles’s booming voice: “Nebby, slow down! Not in the food display!”

 

A chorus of laughter followed, high and startled. A girl’s laugh - bright, unguarded. Serena blinked. Lillie. It had to be. She’d never heard Lillie laugh like that before.

 

Serena’s lips softened into a small smile despite the confusion knotting her chest. “It’s nice to hear her laugh,” she murmured, almost to herself.

 

“What?” Ash asked.

 

“Nothing,” she said quickly. “So… what exactly happened?”

 

There was a pause. She could picture him rubbing the back of his neck, searching for the right words. When he spoke, his voice dropped into something halfway between sheepish and serious.

 

“You know how sometimes, uh… weird things just kinda.… show up around me?”

 

“... Yeah?” Serena braced for impact.

 

“Yeah! Right. Um. So, there like, may or may not be a legendary Pokémon in the café right now?”

 

Serena’s eyes widened, a breath catching in her throat. “Ash… wait, you don’t mean-”

 

“Yeah,” he said, the weight of it carried in that one word. “This one’s different though. Real different. It… kinda just appeared with Lillie. She was hiding it, I think. She didn’t want anyone else to find out.”

 

She didn’t even bother asking what he meant by “This one”, instead hugging the phone closer. She walked a slow circle in the grass as if motion could settle the storm inside her. “You’re telling me… Lillie has a Legendary Pokémon with her? Right now?” 

 

Ash gave a short, incredulous laugh, the kind he only made when he was still wrapping his own head around something. “Yeah. And it’s… wow, Serena. You should see it. It’s like… a piece of the night sky. Floating. Glowing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

 

His words painted the picture so vividly she almost felt she could see it - the shimmer, the strange beauty. She bit her lip, torn between awe and unease.

 

“And Lillie? How’s she holding up?”

 

Another pause. His tone softened. “Scared. But brave. You know? She tried to protect it all on her own. Didn’t want anyone to use it for… for the wrong reasons.”

 

Serena’s throat tightened. That sounded exactly like Lillie - gentle, hesitant, but with that core of quiet strength. “That must’ve taken a lot for her to tell you,” she said softly.

 

“Yeah,” Ash agreed. For a moment, there was only the hum of connection between them. Then he added, more quietly, “I don’t think she trusts a lot of people with this. But she trusted me.”

 

Something in Serena’s chest squeezed. She told herself it wasn’t jealousy - it wasn’t. It was admiration, maybe, or just the ache of knowing how deeply Ash could inspire trust. How easily people opened up to him in ways she sometimes wished she could.

 

Still, she made herself smile, even if he couldn’t see it. “Of course she did. It’s you, Ash.”

 

The line went quiet for a beat, the kind of pause that stretched just long enough to make Serena’s breath catch. When he spoke again, his voice had shifted - lower, softer, carrying a warmth that reached across the miles between them and curled against her like a secret.

 

“Hey… um, Serena?”

 

A shiver rippled through her, though she knew it wasn’t from the cold seeping through her thin pajamas. Her fingers tightened around her phone, pulse quickening. “Yes, Ash?”

 

“Well, it’s just…” She heard him inhale, steady but deep, as if he was bracing himself. “That thing you told me. On Christmas? About Lillie - that she’d talk to me if I gave her time?”

 

Serena’s lips parted slightly, surprise flickering through her. Christmas. It felt like a lifetime ago, though it had barely been a month. She remembered the moment vividly - how concerned he’d been, how much she’d wanted to reassure him - but she never imagined he’d hold onto her words the way she had held onto his.

 

Her chest swelled, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “Look at that, Ash. I was right!”

 

The sound that came next made her eyes sting before she even realized it. Ash laughed - bright and unguarded, like sunlight breaking through heavy clouds - and it reached straight into the hollow part of her chest that had ached since they parted. She hadn’t realized how much she missed that sound until it was right there again, filling her, thawing something frozen inside.

 

“Heavens above…” she whispered under her breath, so faint only the night heard her.

 

“Serena?” His voice softened once more, quieter now, almost reverent. “Really. Thank you.”

 

Her throat tightened. She squeaked out the only words that would come. “Oh! Sure! Anytime!”

 

But inside, her heart was tumbling, clumsy and relentless, against the ribs that could barely contain it.

 

On the other end of the line, Ash let out a long, contented breath, as if some invisible weight had shifted off his shoulders. For a moment neither of them spoke, and Serena found herself clinging to the quiet between their words, reluctant to let it end.

 

But then his tone lightened again, carrying that playful lilt she knew so well. “Alright, Serena,” he said, and she could almost picture the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s really late. You should probably get some sleep.”

 

Her lips parted in protest, though the yawn that slipped through betrayed her. “But-”

 

“Nope.” His mock sternness had her smiling instantly. “That wasn’t a suggestion. You’ll be useless in the morning if you don’t rest. And then Shauna’ll probably blame me, and I’m not taking the heat for that.”

 

Serena laughed softly, the sound muffled by the back of her hand. “You’re impossible.”

 

“And you need sleep,” Ash countered, gentler now, though no less firm. “So… good night, Serena.”

 

Her heart tightened around the words, and she found herself whispering back before she could stop herself. “Good night, Ash.”

 

The call ended with a small click, leaving Serena in the stillness of the winter night. She lowered her phone slowly, the faint glow fading as the screen went dark.

 

When she climbed back into her bunk, the trailer felt different - warmer, somehow, as though Ash’s laughter had followed her inside and settled around her like an extra blanket. She curled beneath her quilt, her lips still curved in a quiet smile.

 

This time, when she closed her eyes, her mind didn’t fight her. The thoughts that had been so loud before drifted softer, fading like snow settling to the ground. For the first time that night, Serena let go.

 

And at last, she slept.

 

---

 

From the shadowed line of trees beyond the trailers, Victor adjusted the brim of his cap, his breath fogging faintly in the frigid air. He’d been watching her trailer for days now - patient, silent, watching as Serena went about her nightly routines. Most nights were uneventful, but tonight had given him more than he’d dared hope for.

 

He’d seen her slip out of the trailer in her nightclothes, phone clutched tight, eyes bright in a way that had nothing to do with their filming. She hadn’t noticed him in the dark, too caught up in her call. He hadn’t caught every word, but he didn’t need to. A handful was enough. Legendary. Lillie. And the boy’s name threaded through it all - Ash.

 

For a moment, Victor stood in the silence, letting those pieces slot together in his mind. One by one, they formed a shape he recognized, sharp and dangerous. His lips curved into a slow smile.

 

As Serena hurried back inside, fumbling with the door against the cold, he turned slightly, pulling a small communicator from his coat pocket. Static crackled faintly as he thumbed the switch.

 

“This is Victor,” he murmured, voice low and even. His eyes lingered on the trailer door as the light inside flicked off. “I’ve just overheard something Archer will find… very interesting.”

 

There was a pause, the faintest hiss of radio silence, before the line clicked in acknowledgment. Victor’s smile widened, sharp as a blade. He tucked the device away, turning his back to the frosted clearing, preparing for his walk back down to his rented apartment.

 

Winter wind swept through his coat, but he hardly felt the cold. After all, things were finally starting to get fun.

Notes:

Hello!

It’s certainly been a while, no?

Before I go and talk about this chapter, which I am super excited about finally getting out, I feel I owe you all an explaination on why I went radio silent for like 4-5 months 😭

Basically, I went through some of the worst burnout I’ve ever faced in my history in doing creative stuff. It was pretty weird, and I still have trouble explaining it, but essentially, I was super unhappy with my quality of writing and creative output in general.

So what did I do?

Nothing. I didn’t write, and I stepped back from it all. Which, in hindsight, I would say was the right call. No way would this chapter have anything of actual substance. Instead, I just kind of went through life? I read some pretty amazing books, some pretty amazing fanfics on here, and I both started (and caught up with) One Piece. Which has quickly become one of my alltime favorite pieces of media, like, of all time.

But! I’m back now!!! ❤️

I hope I’ll be back to posting at a somewhat consistent basis! I love SatoSere so much, you’d have to drag me away gnawing and screaming. I will never stop writing about my cuties 💕💕💕

Lets talk about the chapter then, huh? Our poor Café Ketchum seems to be in more dire circumstances every chapter 😭

I hope I was able to convey Lillie’s emotions correctly. She’s the focus of this chapter, and getting her done right was important to me.

I’ll see you all next time my lovelies 😭💕
Your comments always make me smile, thank you all so much!