Right after I came back from office at home, I saw my homie, Carl playing with my Husky, Emily. Yes, I admit, he loves Emily well a lot that he want to caress her.

"Yo, ma homie, you heard of that new game called Pokemon GO? All my homies are on it," he asked.

"Already heard it, Carl," I said as I sat on the sofa.

"Oh. Thought you haven't heard of that game. You had been busy writing some stuff for your newspaper as your occupation."

"You sure? I think you would rather catch a Squirtle over playing with my Husky," I joked around.

"Nah, I would be out there by then. Alright, Sally, catch ya later," Carl told me before he left my home.

After he left my home, I cooked myself some lunch. Today, I cooked myself some lasagna and it does turn out well enough. I do doubt a little of my skills on cooking sometimes, especially if anyone who is rather particular about taste wanted me to cook something. But anyway, I like how I cook my stuff. It's a little crazy at times, but then it should at least be edible in such a way that it wouldn't be too gross. And then, someone knocked on the door.

"Yeah, who was it?" I asked.

"It's your brother."

I quickly went and opened the door. And yes, I forgot to tell you who is my brother (in case you really didn't know him). He is Sam Ratmousen, a correspondent for the Gentleman Monthly. When I first met him in those 5 years (because of work and obviously escaping from my cruel parents, which I couldn't at that time), he did adopt a rather heavy British accent, which I don't simply like it because it's just that fake. I mean, he looked like a stereotypical British gentleman. You don't really look like yourself if you do adopt a different accent or impersonate someone else just for the sake of fitting in. Although maybe my words can be a little hypocritical at times with the given past that I show my might in an extravagant way. Getting back to the thing, he does wear what a gentleman usually wear (most notably he was seen in morning suit with a purple necktie) and behave like one (which might also explain why he did leave our parents because of the fact that he couldn't stand becoming a cruel guy like Mr. Edward Hyde, although his act would be a little cowardly and slightly disrespectful towards our parents, that is), but he didn't adopt that accent as much as he would back then.

"How's your day?" I asked.

"Fine. Had a little chat on something today."

"What? Another gentleman to talk with? Pokemon GO?" I asked, hoping that he would respond me with the first one. He doesn't usually just jump on the hype train before he knew about it.

"We were talking about Pokemon GO," he said. That struck me hard because he would talk about work and gentleman stuff and not video games, right?

"Oh. Thought you wouldn't talk about it."

"Why did you say so?"

"You don't talk about video games. Hope it doesn't offend you," I told him because he could be sometimes sensitive towards some topics.

"It's okay. I don't really know about the game at all."

"So you playing it?" I asked.

"Haven't started playing the game yet, and I don't feel like it right now. You know what you said just now."

"Uh... okay. I'm going to see my friends later at the beach."

At 3, I went to the beach and met my friends there. They wanted to really talk to me about something very interesting.

"Hey, Sally! Come and sit beside the bar," they called me from the bar.

"One fruit punch please!" I ordered.

"So, Sally, are you going to the Olympics?" Lenore, one of the guys there, asked me about it.

And yes, I really didn't realize that the Olympics had started. I am not sure, but one of the journalists on the newspaper, Darren, is going to cover the first week of the Olympics. And I will be covering the second week.

"I am going there this next Friday," I replied.

"Oh, I see. By the way, have you played Pokemon GO yet?" Stella asked me.

"Of course I did! You know that I play video games often," I told her.

"So... you are going to get some Pokemon together with us later?"

"Sure."

After we finished our drinks, we went around to find Pokestop, Pokemons, and Gyms (which is a place where you battle bosses and not the place to buff up). And then, I saw a familiar man in green walking around. It was Geronimo, in all obviousness. He's on some sort of Pokepace: which is the incredibly slow speed when playing Pokemon GO. Or maybe that's a little faster. Anyway, that being said, he is playing it. Why did he lie to me about not interested in playing this game? And then I realized that he had a nephew called Benjamin. He's a 12-year-old geek, and probably he asked him to play this game. Still, not going to phone him yet. Let him do his job. Doesn't mean to ignore him, tho, since he called for a truce months ago. Whatever it is, he might be calling me right now. Which proved to be true.

"Erm... I have to answer a call right now. Don't worry, I will be back," I told them before I went and find Stilton.

"Yeah, G, it's Sally here. Are you calling me to help you with Pokemon GO?"

"Yes, and also, where are you right now? I heard some doves flying around you."

"If you hear me talking behind your back, then you know I am behind you."

He looked back and found out that it's me.

"Uh! You almost made my heart blow out!" he shouted at me as he hung up the phone call.

"Yeah, you didn't know that I was there. And yes, what's the matter?"

"How do I get the balls?"

"Go to the nearest Pokestop."

"Pokestop?"

"See the levitating cube on your screen? When you go near it, it should change to something else."

"Oh. I will call you back if I need to," he told me before he went to a Pokestop.

Once I got back to them, they ask me about where I was just now. I told them I was meeting someone.

"You must be meeting Geronimo," Lenore said. Geronimo is really that popular, and I used to be that jealous of his popularity.

"Um... yeah. What are you all thinking of me?"

"We thought you hated him," Stella told me.

"Yes, but that's the past. We are now friends."

Once I arrived back home at 5, Sam was already out. He would be usually out for a dinner, and most of the time, he did so because he had something to discuss with friends about work. Not because he dislike my cooking or that he favors other people's cooking, alright? And then, my phone rang. It was Joosep, a co-worker in my newspaper.

"Yo, Sally, having the mood to party right now?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I don't think I would be okay being drunk." When he mentioned party, he would usually ask me to go to a nightclub, which wouldn't be a good idea for a woman who prefer being sober like me.

"You free for a night race?"

"Yeah, but...," I was about to tell him that I don't want to land into another trouble with the cops. The cops here would be relentless and most of them wouldn't accept any form of bribery, no matter how much you would give them.

"This place will be cop-free since it's a sanctioned race. Come on, you wanna race?"

"Um... alright. Send me the address."

"Okay, see you soon."

After I hung up, he sent me the address. It was at my local multipurpose race track near the beach, which should be free from the cops. Quickly, I fired up my BRZ and get there.