One-hundred, two-hundred, three-hundred, four-hundred, five hundred, six-hundred, six-hundred and fifty, seven-hundred. Seven hundred dollars.
Ash Ketchum counted the large wad of cash that had been collecting in his backpack for years. Three years to be exact; since he started his adventure at the
tender age of 10. Ash had never thought that he'd be a hundredaire. To a kid, no, even to an adult; that was a lot of money. The young Pokemon master stood in
front of a long case of jewelry; meticulously eyeing the wide array of brilliantly sparkling rings.
"Young man! We're going to have to ask you to leave. The Celadon City jewelry boutique is catered to, well, a more priveleged class than someone such as
yoursel-" The saleswoman's gave Ash the once-over, examining his soil-infused denim pants, tattered green gauntlets, and washed out blue vest.
"I'm plenty priveleged, ma'am. Now, why don't you do your job and show me the rings I could buy with... this much money." Ash unfolded his hands which
tighly grasped the mini fortune he'd accumulated so devotedly.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, young ma-, my good sir. Direct your attention over to this compartment." The jewelry saleswoman's eyes lit up at the sight of the the
teenager's money. Catching herself salivating, she pulled out a glass box containing ten gleaming diamond rings ranging from five hundred to seven hundred
dollars.
"I...I'll take that one, ma'am." Ash had to catch his breath. This was the moment he'd been anticipating for months. The moment where he'd pick out a ring for
his soon-to-be fiance, god willing. This was the perfect one, too.
"The rare blue diamond, hm? An oustanding choice, money- UH, I mean sir. She'll be in heaven!"
"What'd you call me?"
"Sir. I called you sir. Now let me wrap this up for you. Black or Red gift box?"
"Red definitely. She's got a really...well, her personality is on fire." The young Pokemon master glanced down at his feet, blushing.
"What's her name?"
"Hey, what?She asked.! What kinda personal question is that?! I'm not gonna tell you her-" His face was beat red.
"I'm stamping her name on the top of the gift box. What's her name?"
"Oh...Her...name. Well, it's...Misty."