"Hey."

Before Mana even turned toward the direction of the voice, the scent of roasted Bouffalant close by caught her attention. Still a bit down from her recent experience, she glanced to the source slowly. To her surprise, a young man, both tall and handsome, rested against the wall next to her. Not only that, but he was holding a [i]plate of roasted Bouffalant[/i]. Mana blinked a few times and wiped her eyes with her wrists. [color=a2d39c][i]Eh? This looks like something straight out of a dream![/i][/color] But before her expectations exploded, her eyes wandered down. There was not one Pokemon, but [i]three[/i]. Her expression went blank as she subconsciously took steps back. 

[color=a2d39c][b]"... Hello,"[/b][/color] Mana finally greeted after her back hit the wall on the other side of the corner, leaving a good ten feet between her and the young man. She now felt extremely uncomfortable at the thought his Pokemon may approach closer. Her fear of Pokemon wasn't classified off of experience. In fact, Mana only remembers the destruction of her village as a faded memory from her childhood. Her true fear was actually built off of inexperience, and a few scary stories told by townsfolk.

Mana unintentionally stared at the Lucario who seemed to be the closest to the young man. Once realizing she may have stared for too long, she turned her head to find something else to focus her eyes on. Unfortunately, it was a bit impossible for her. It wasn't even a second before she turned to look at the roasted Bouffalant again. [color=a2d39c][b]"Could that, um... Possibly be for me?"[/b][/color] Mana asked on the chances he actually did bring it for her. Perhaps someone actually witnessed those cruel people steal the precious roasted Bouffalant from this helpless young lady and decided to help. Mana suddenly bit her tongue. [color=a2d39c][i]What if it's not for me? Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing![/i][/color] She faked a nervous cough and planned a way to redeem her manners. 

[@RestlessComfort]