❝ i’m fine, let me see your face. ❞ From Milo
Care about the smol || Accepting
It had been two weeks since the match. For the most part, Hailey was functioning well. However, being too far from Postwick gave her anxiety that affected far-travel. Heck, the farthest she got from her home was Motostoke...until today.
She had decided to go west from there, to the city of Turffield, keeping her hat low so her face wouldn’t draw any unwanted attention. The last thing she needed was to break down in public.
Of course, hiding her face meant that...she couldn’t really see ahead of her, colliding with someone and falling to the ground. Upon stammering an apology and asking if they were okay, the voice that responded to Hailey was...familiar.
“...Milo?” lifting her hat so her face was no longer obstructed, sure enough, it was the grass-type gym leader.
“Oh, Uhmmm...hi.” She hadn’t seen him since the Champion Cup...well, this was gonna be interesting.