"Hey, Drew! Wait up!"
The boy stopped in his place. He radiated annoyance, if it could be radiated. Not even the wind dared disturb him.
"Uh… I just wanted to… say… umm… I just wanted to say sorry about your last battle. But, Jared was a nice guy, huh? He's a really good coordinator."
There was an inaudible mumble.
"What did you say? Sorry, I couldn't hear you." The owner of the first voice asked.
Drew whirled around, his face twisted and a disapproving smirk plastered on his face.
"I said, May," his voice edgy, yet quiet, "that I don't need your pity!" His voice rose and was a screech by the time he finished his last word.
There was silence.
"Okay…, well…," May's head was down, and she wasn't so sure how to finish her sentence, "are you going to Sinnoh after this?"
"Yes, after I claim the Ribbon Cup." Drew stated bitterly.
"But you lost to Jacob, so how could you-" May started.
"It was sarcasm." May did not seem to be able to detect sarcasm at all. Never, in her entire life, has she said something sarcastic or has received a sarcastic comment and deemed it as sarcasm.
"Oh. So… are you going to Sinnoh?" May questioned, still puzzled.
"Yes. Now go beat Jared. If you don't beat him, I'll look worse. Because then I'm technically worse than you."
"O-okay. Drew… You know what, I'll just see you in Sinnoh." After a slight pause, May hurried off in the direction she appeared from.
Silence was heard, but not seen.
"Good luck." Drew whispered, as he watched the sun ever so slowly descend from the clouds.