you walked the streets of Pallet town, each step accompanied with a small crunch due to the autumn leaves and a small tap from the concrete under it below you. The chilly october air bit your skin through your loosely knit sweater, as you arrived at a farmer's market. The smell of street truck food nearby greeted your senses, and you wandered towards a vegetable stand, where you spotted a familiar face.

Samuel Oak, in a pink cardigan, powder blue button up, loose dark brown jeans and off-white tennis shoes. he was buying vegetables, with a coffee cup in his other hand. When he paid and left the stand with a 'thank you.' to the stand owners, he spotted you. a warm smile graced his weathered features as he approached you.

"oh! good morning, (y/n). how have you been?"

(edit your name in where it says y/n)