It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Lisia to be surrounded by letters from various press companies asking for her presence for an interview, an article, or a photoshoot. If she was honest it was almost tiring. She ran her hand through the longer part of her fringe, twisting the end of her turquoise locks around her index and middle finger. It was all the same. Surely all the Hoenn paparazzi would have had the information that they needed? Apparently not.
When she heard the ping from her email alerts go off, Lisia almost let out a disgruntled noise. Sure, she loved the attention that interviews would bring, but even she wished it wasn’t all the same. The email address from the sender looked unfamiliar, although looked completely safe and legitimate. The title of the email didn’t look like a scam either. Clicking the link, Lisia thought nothing of the consequences.
It seemed that a Kalosian reporter had some interest in interviewing her. It was a nice change from her regular reporters and so Lisia quickly replied that she would be happy to give the woman a few moments of her time. It only took a little while longer before a date and time was set for the interview to take place.
The meeting itself took place a few days after the initial email. A small tucked away cafe in Lilycove seemed to be the perfect place to answer questions without Lisia being spotted by her many fans. While she usually wore her hair in a ponytail, she decided to try and mask her identity, she would wear it down, the length of it reaching her mid back. It didn’t take much else to not be recognised, a less extravagant outfit with no accessories and Lisia was almost an entirely different person.
“I have to admit, I am surprised you’d want to come here all the way from Kalos! It’s such a magnificent place... so fabulous and fashionable. I remember hearing once that there is even shops dedicated to how stylish you are! I wonder if they would ever let someone as fabulous as a contest master shop there... Oopsie, I’m getting ahead of myself.” She laughed, an adorable sound escaping her mouth, far too quick to try and cover it up from Malva.
“I assume it is something that you wanted from me? Knock yourself out. I’m willing to help in anyway I can~!”
