Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Ace Attorney series. The only thing I own is this plotline.

April 25th, 2025

It had been 2 months since I stood up the Fop. Even though I had made it quite clear that I wasn't interested, he still continued to chase after me. He was having a bad day because his older brother, Kristoph, had just been found guilty of murder, and he had been the one prosecuting.

He was moping in his office, but trying to act like he was still cheerful.

Even though he wasn't.

He was calling me constantly, and each time I let the call go to voice mail, and each time he would leave a message. After call number forty-five, I finally picked up.

"What?!" I said sharply. My words were potent, and they probably stung. There was silence on the other end. I was about to hang up when he finally spoke.

"Will you meet me at Vitamin Square in 10 minutes?" He asked. His words were choppy, as if he had been crying for a while.

"Fine" I said flatly. I clicked the phone closed and grabbed my keys. When I got to my dingy car, the door was open, and sitting on the passenger's seat was a bag of Snackoos. A post-it was stuck on the bag, which had a Foppish scrawl on it.

I heard from Detective Gumshoe that you have been eating these non-stop. I knew you wou- I crumpled the note and tossed it onto the back seat.

"Damn Glimmerous Fop" I mumbled as I started the car.

-X-o-x-o-x-O-

"There you are Fraulein" He was leaning against a lamppost with his hair hanging over his eyes. His face was red and blotchy. He kicked at the fruit-shaped woodchips on the floor of the playground and looked at me for a response. I didn't say anything; I just pulled out the bag of Snackoos and began to munch obnoxiously.

"Do you want to go for a ride?" He tried to smile, but it wasn't coming. He then pointed to his Foppishly purple motorcycle.

"No! I will not ride a death trap with a Glimmerous f-" Before I could finish my rant, he picked me up and plopped me on the motorcycle. He wiped some late tears out of his eyes and handed me a foppish purple helmet.

"Don't worry Fraulein Detective. I'm an excellent driver." The left corner of his mouth twisted up and he stifled a laugh. The motorcycle sped off, and I had no choice but to pin myself to him, which was probably his whole motivation for taking the motorcycle. He was over the speed limit by about 10 miles per hour, and we didn't return to Vitamin Square until three hours had gone by.

That was when I found out that my car had been towed and that my older sister, Lana had filed a missing persons report for me. So I hopped in the nearest taxi and left without saying a word.

Strike two.

I pulled another petal off of the blossom and dropped it into the wind. Instead of this one falling over the ledge, it rested in between my bare feet. I took it as a sign and made a little tick mark in the dirt.

1 goodbye

1 hello

and then I went back to surfing the memories.