Jessie: Hey, you fool!
James *points at himself*: Me?
Jessie: Yes! *she rolls her eyes* I’ve got something for you.
James: Why?
Jessie: Because it’s ehm…*she doesn’t dare to say it out loud* Valentine’s Day? *swallowing the last words*
James *wide-eyed*: I see…what is it?
Jessie *walks up to him, holding a dog leash in her hand* Here, someone wants to see you.
*Growlithe runs up to his master and best friend, throws him to the ground, howling and yelping for joy.*
James: Growlithe *his dog-Pokémon licks his entire face* I’ve missed you so much. *James sheds a tear, turning to Jessie* but how?
Jessie *smirks*: Well, let’s just say that I crept into the old manor, tricked your parents, punched your fiancée right in her beautiful face, stole not only your beloved Pokémon, but also a stock of fruits, cookies and dried meat, eventually setting the place on fire.
James: You did what?!
Jessie: Okay, okay, I lied about my pyromaniacal intentions, but I slapped your little lovebird Jessiebelle with a slam, that conceited, arrogant and pompous, arrgh… She sure got off lightly. *she shows James her fist*
James *walks right up to Jessie, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tight* Oh, that’s my girl!








