Copycat pulled out his PokeNav+ and opened the map application, in search of the boutique. By typing in the keywords: 'Boutique Couture', he was able to pull up information about the expensive outlet. Looking up from his PokeNav, Copycat turned to Olivia. "I've gotten the address, so let's get going." He told her, now looking back at his phone and walking at the same time. Olivia promptly followed, in fear of getting lost. "Wait for me!" she hollered, running after him. Copycat smiled as he looked behind him. She's something. He thought. Only a few hours I've known her… Yet some unseen force is compelling me to keep talking to this girl. Why? What makes her so special? While lost in thought, Copycat had stopped walking and stood still, thinking. When Olivia caught up to him, she stopped, looking at him quizzically. "Why did you stop?" She asked him, poking her head over his shoulder. At her sudden approach, he flinched, fearing what she might be for a split second until he realized it was her. Now knowing, he turned around to face her, red-faced from embarrassment. "Oh, I was just thinking, that's all." He told her halfheartedly. Copycat returned his attention to the phone in his hands, in search of the boutique.
The two wandered on and on for what seemed like hours for Olivia, but Copycat didn't notice, only concerned about the task at hand, like always. It became apparent to Olivia that they weren't going to get there anytime soon, so she took it upon herself to break the silence and start a conversation, in hopes of learning about her hero more. "So, um, Copycat…" She began, unsure of where to take her question. "Yeah?" He responded, his eyes fixated on the PokeNav as he continued to walk forward. "So, um, who are you?" She asked him. This question caught Copycat off guard, stopping again to look up at the girl. "What do you mean?" He asked, utterly confused. Olivia soon realized the ridiculousness of her question's vagueness. "I mean, your background, your ideals, your aspirations. Those are what makes a person them, isn't it?" She explained, trying to clear the fog that embodied her question. As she finished, Copycat's lips turned slightly upward. "My background," He began, looking back at his PokeNav and walking in the direction that appeared to be that of the store. "Is fairly simple. Kanto born, Kalos raised. I live alone with my dad and his Pokemon. I turned 15 today, so I get to start my journey." He explained in a monotone mutter, trying to focus on the destination. "Oh, so you just turned 15? Happy birthday!" She told him as they continued to walk down the sidewalk to reach their destination. "Thanks," He said with seemingly fake gratitude. "As for my aspirations, I have two." He told her, fiddling with the PokeNav. "What are they?" She asked him. Suddenly, Copycat stopped, put the PokeNav away, and looked at Olivia with a determined expression. "First, I want to get all 48 gym badges and win the Champion's League," He began. His dream shocked Olivia. "That's a pretty lofty goal," She told him. "Are you sure that's what you want?" Copycat smiled. "More than anything." He replied, starry-eyed. "So what's your other one?" Copycat had completely forgot about his other aspiration in midst of the brief, but intense conversation. "Oh, yeah," He said as he facepalmed. "The thought process between Pokemon and their obedience toward humans. Is it natural? Are Poke Balls some type of mind-control device? Why do we connect with them, and why do they listen to our commands even though they are far superior in intelligence?" Copycat explained. "Wow, that was deep." Olivia managed to blurt out. Smart too, huh? She thought. "Yeah, it is," Copycat replied lightly. "But it's a topic I plan on majoring in." He finished, returning to his PokeNav. "Where do you want to go to college?" Olivia asked him. "Lumiose University. Everything about it fits so well; I'd be at home, they offer a Pokemon-Human psychology course, and if I win 48 gym badges, then I get to go there, free!" He explained. Olivia's eyes lit up. "L.U.? I want to go there, too!" Olivia told him with excitement. "Huh, what do you know, we might see each other again after today." Copycat responded casually.
Olivia realized now that, yes, there was no possible way the two would see each other again. Which should not have been a big deal, except for the fact that she was drawn to him. Something about him compelled her to keep interacting with him. There was something about him that just connected with her, like a missing piece falling into place. She had felt herself become complete, and was to lose it faster than she had gotten it. At this realization, Olivia felt a wave of despair fall over her. "Yeah." She responded quietly, trying to hide her newfound depression.
"Anyways," Copycat continued. "Boutique Couture is right in front of us, so let's go inside." He told Olivia as he approached the building. She quickly followed. As she entered the building, Olivia felt her depression lift as the smell of green tea entered her lungs and was gifted with the sight of racks and racks of expensive clothes of all shapes, sizes and colors. Copycat's expression or attitude remained unphased, just as calm and carefree as he was on the street.
"A-are you sure that this is okay?" Olivia asked Copycat, motioning to the clothes. "Yeah, get whatever you want."Copycat replied nonchalantly. "O-ok… I'll just grab the basic things…" She told him, dashing off. Copycat quickly pursued her, and made it into an aisle near the back of the store. "Oh, hey…" Olivia turned to him, blushing a deep cherry-color. Copycat looked around the aisle, and once realizing where he was, turned the same color. To Copycat's dismay, it was the girls' underwear section. "I-I'll just… Um…" He stuttered to Olivia. "Yeah." She replied with a sharp, sarcastic tone. Copycat then dashed off to do whatever it is teenage boys do in a clothing store.
