The gentle eyed, stoic yet charming man stood alone with a glass of champagne. Steven Stone, Champion of Hoenn was attending the annual League ball in Mossdeep City— something he was obligated to do. He was the host after all. Chatting with trainers, business people and celebrities alike, he was never fond of events like this.

With a sigh and a tug at the starched collar of his shirt, Steven turned to grab an hors d’oeuvre when he caught glimpse of a familiar head of hair.