(DISCLAIMER: I don't own Giovanni. I don't own Saffron City. I don't own any of the Pokemon mentioned. In short: I own almost nothing relating to Pokemon that is in this story. The only thing here I DO own is the character of Cassandra.)
Saffron City - "The City of Golden Commerce." Golden Commerce, indeed. There were maybe hundreds of business buildings there. Skyscrapers almost covered the clouds. The only trees to be found surrounded the city. Cars whizzed by me as I got out of my own and filled the parking meter. ¥30 is all it took to give me one and a half hours.
As I began to walk down the sidewalk, I saw many different kinds of people. Not surprising, Saffron being the center of Kanto, and all. One person I spotted in particular was a young woman with bright red hair. I'm not talking about orange-y red hair, mind you. I'm talking about Charmeleon skin red. She had the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen, although they were hard to make out from the glare of her thin black rimmed glasses. She wore a tailored beige business jacket over a dark green button up blouse and gray slacks with brown half-inch heeled shoes. She stood at the cross walk anxiously awaiting the signal to move, fidgeting and checking her watch constantly. Clutching her satchel closely, she kept watching for other cars and at the traffic light above. Distracted, she didn't see the thief coming from behind.
As soon as the light turned green, the woman began to walk forward, but was shoved aside by a man with sandy blond hair, a dark hooded jacket and brown jeans, who also grabbed her satchel.
"Ah! Someone help! Please! Someone get that man!" The woman yelled. The myriad of people on the streets were oblivious. Except for me. I dashed through the row of people in my path, saying, "excuse me" and, "pardon me" as I went. I managed to get to the cross walk as the man was halfway across. I sprinted up to him and leaped on him as soon as we were on the other side of the street. The woman dashed up to us as I picked him up. I was holding the man's left arm behind his back while his right still held the woman's bag.
"Now, sir, I highly doubt that bag belongs to you. Would you mind dropping it and telling me why you thought it was a good idea to grab it in the first place?" I asked him as calmly as possible.
"I-I-I ain't tellin' you nuthin'!" the man retorted. I pulled his arm further inward. "Aiy! Okay! Okay! I did it to see if I could score some cash! Lemme go!"
"Not until you release the bag," I informed him. He rightly did so. Since he did, I released him, and he took off into the street. A car nearly hit him and stopped just in time. The driver honked at him as he continued on.
There was a pay phone on the corner. I used it to call the police. I first put in ¥25 and dialed 9-1-1.
"Hello? Please put me through to the Saffron Police Department. Thank you. ...Hello? Yes, I'd like to report a thievery. The man is a blond gentleman with a dark hooded jacket and brown jeans. He's departed for West Gilded Avenue. He's on foot. ...He attempted to steal a young woman's bag. Yes, the parcel has been recovered. My name? Let's just make this an anonymous tip, shall we? I have a relative who's rather well known and I'd like to keep my name a secret. ...Their occupation? Gym Leader. Good. Glad you understand. Thank you so much. You too. Good-bye," I finished the call and hung the phone back on the booth.
"Excuse me, sir?" a smoothly sweet female voice asked from behind me. I turned to see the red-haired woman looking at me with a smile. "Thank you so much! I didn't think anyone was going to help me. I'm sorry I don't have anything to give you as a reward," she added regretfully.
"No need. Just knowing that your satchel has been returned to its rightful owner is satisfaction enough," I admitted. I smiled back to her.
"Well, thanks again..." she started, but then looked at her watch. "Ah! At this rate I'm DEFINETLY going to be late! I gotta go! Thanks again!" she said as she bolted to the cross walk. Thankfully, I noticed that the pedestrian signal had just turned red.
"Wait!" I cried and dashed to her. I grabbed her by the arm just as she was about to start crossing.
"What are you--?!" she began, but looked at the traffic light and answered herself. "Oh. Thanks. But, if I don't get going now, I'll be late for work!" she exclaimed, obviously distraught.
"Could you give me directions on which way to get there from here while driving?" I asked, an idea sparking in my head.
"Why, yes, I could. Wait. Are you volunteering to drive me to work? You've already done so much!" she said, trying to discourage me.
"It's fine. I'm parked just a little ways down the block. The red compact car down there by the meters," I told her, pointing to said vehicle.
"Well, I... guess I can trust you. You did just help me and call the police on the thief. Alright. I'll let you take me," she allowed and we walked to my car.
I let her in first and then got in myself. We began to drive in the direction I saw her try to go to.
"Turn right at the next intersection," she instructed. Once we got there, I did so. "Next, turn left the next chance you get." I drove where she told me. "Finally, go into the furthest left lane. The big building almost covered in windows is mine," she informed me and I parked in front of the entrance for her. "Thanks again."
"Of course! It was nice meeting you, uh..." I wasn't able to finish since I didn't know her name.
"Hee hee! Cassandra. My name is Cassandra," she told me, reaching her right hand for mine once she was out of the car.
"Cassandra. What a nice name. I'm Giovanni. It's a pleasure making your acquaintance," I told her, slipping a card in my hand before taking hers.
"Nice to meet you too, Giovanni. Thanks once again!" she said, and let go of my hand, the card in it.
"You're quite welcome. See you around!" I said with a smile, closed the door, and drove off. I had a distinct feeling that I would be meeting her again sometime soon.