You first saw Zoey on TV and were astounded by her contest skills. She was a beautiful young woman full of fire and strength when taking on challengers with near ease. Her pokemon were glowing under her care and you jumped at the chance to be part of media coverage for one of her upcoming contests for the magazine you worked for.
That eagerness to meet her suddenly turned into nerves when you saw her dressed up and ready to go on stage. You were supposed to catch her for an interview before hand, but decided to have your partner do the interview after while you took photos of her appeal first.
Just like on the TV, you were dumbfounded by her Glameow's moves and the control her pokemon exercises on her attacks. You get your pictures and hang back during her interview with your partner, a little too shy to meet her so readily. Instead, you grab some candids of her talking and explaining what contests mean to her and the two of you leave.
Your photos make the front page of the cover, with a whole section dedicated to Zoey with the information gotten from the interview and your amazing skills. Zoey sees the magazine and the photos make her smile, she's never felt particularly beautiful. She's content with being pretty and being seen as the tough girl in the group, but when she looks at herself smiling at her pokemon; beautiful is the word that comes to mind. She decides she has to meet the photographer.
She makes a few phone calls and you're shocked to find her in the office when you slip into work a little late, coffee (or tea) in hand.
Your heart pounds as your boss walks her over to your cubicle and introduces you. She shakes her hand firmly, beaming and gushing about your work as your boss showed of your portfolio. Your mind spins as the two of you get lost in a conversation about contests, photography and pokemon. By the end of it, you get her number and she tells you she hopes to see you around more.
As she heads out to get training, your co-workers eye you with sly grins and giggles. Your red flush takes hours to go away but your heart flutters every time you spy her number on your desk.