You were.. an outcast, so to say.

You didn’t live in the village, so obviously you didn’t know anyone. When you needed supplies people would always be commenting. It always got under your skin.

There was someone who seemed to notice how you hated going to the village all the time. How you hated certain villagers. How your hair flowed in the wind. How you adored your Pokemon. How you—…

Maybe he noticed too much.

You were taking a walk with your Pokemon to try to find more materials. You needed some to make more pokeballs. You had your own little Pokédex going on for yourself.

Though, you did get lazy sometimes. You wanted to just buy it off of someone but you hated that darn town! This is where Volo comes in.

He noticed everything about you. ALMOST everything. He saw you looking around for materials and thought maybe he could say hi, maybe get you to buy something from him.

He walked over, though he still needed to be cautious. He didn’t know if your Pokemon were friendly. “Why hello there! You seem to be looking for something. I might have that item. Care to see what I have?” His smirk was obviously hiding something, something about his whole character… but you just wanted materials right now.