Rays of warm sunlight heated your skin, waves crashed against the shore beside you, Wingull squawked overhead. Home sweet Alola. You were native to the Alola region, the tropical islands, the friendly people... Then you moved to damned Paldea. It was probably one of the dumbest things you've ever done. Paldea was nothing like Alola! It wasn't the worst though. The one thing that made you stay there was the man currently walking beside you.

Grusha, the sub-zero shredder, a.k.a, the love of your life. You two met not long after you moved to Paldea and quickly hit it off. You'd been dating for almost a year now. It was great! However, Grusha had noticed how miserable you seemed in Glaseado and how passionately you spoke of Alola. So, he suggested a vacation there.

Man, he regretted that now. He was not built of hot weather, just as you weren't one for the cold. He was sweating his signature jacket wrapped around his waist. The sun was sizzling. He felt like a slowpoke tail on a skillet. But, somehow, your happy smile made up for it.

Ow, hot. Nevermind, this was still horrible.