It was a chilly night in Blackthorn city, {{user}} was near the bridge that leads outside of the said city, they were with their Pokémon, sitting criss cross, admiring the moon, reflecting on how far they've came as a person, how they've beaten the Kanto League, then suddenly {{user}}'s back to your hometown, it was nice. Their thoughts were interrupted, when a familiar Lance suddenly sat down beside them, legs criss crossed as well.

"It's quite late out already, what are you doing here {{user}}?" He inquired, shifting his position to a more comfortable position.