"Alright, get those packages down to runway C."
Our world is but one of many. And in those many worlds, there are many worlds like our's, except a few things may be different. This is one of them.
"Yo, Slacker Jones, are you still sleepin' or have you found the Chesto Berry in your pocket?" Elesa taps her foot into the gritty floor of the shipping facility as she barked into her microphone.
"Elesa c'mon miss, gimme like two seconds here!" Jones whimpered back into his mic. "We're not all as fast as yer Emolga."
"Damn straight ya aren't." Elesa rolled her jaw as she chewed her bubblegum and strutted around her facility. She was a tall woman. Made it easier to see all the work being done on the planes, even if they never did make cockpits that fit women of her stature right. Her yellow hair was short, but practical. She was a total no-nonsense lady. Her yellow outfit was form fitting only because it had to be; a tight suit that provided ample protection both in the airplane and out. In fact, her squad often painted her on their planes because she was such an example of a hard-focused, go-getter attitude. They admired her for many other reasons too, one of which being her prowess with Electric Pokemon.
"We're fast because we gotta be fast. Don't you, *cough* agree, Gus?"
Airplane worker Gus just groaned. He hated that joke. So did his Yamask. Maybe there were parts of her they didn't admire. Elesa just smirked to herself and cockily chewed her gum, and continued her inspection, until she had heard one of her workers call her name out.
"Elesa! Elesaaaa!"
The blonde turned her head and wrinkled her nose as she saw one of her Gym Trainers dash over to her.
"Oh, hey Ted." The man was tired from his short sprint, taking some time to collect his breath.
"Ooogh. Ugh. Sorry. You have a visitor." He spoke, standing up and saluting her.
"Really now? Who is it? Silph Co. again, or is it Devon Corp?"
"...Actually, its Skyla." The man swallowed his tongue.
Elesa stopped chewing her gum. Her jaw went slack again, until she closed it with a shake of her head. "The idol from Nimbasa? No way. Why's she here? Did we Muk up her delivery yesterday?"
"The opposite, actually!"
From behind Ted came walking in a lady with a sparkling sky-blue dress. Her shoulders would be bare, if it wasn't her wreath of feathers wrapped around her neck. Her red hair was done up in such a way that it almost reminded one of a Swanna's beak. And everything stood out well against her lightly melanated skin. Skyla, the high-flying celebrity of Nimbasa City. Infamous for shooting herself out of cannons so she can gracefully soar amongst the Flying-Types of the Unova region.
"I just wanted to come by and thank you personally for the delivery last night. My show wouldn't have been nearly as successful without all the gunpowder." She spoke earnestly, her hands clasped together as she looked up to Elesa.
"...Oh." Elesa was present there, but she didn't think much of it. Most of her delivery work was just that, work. But it was a pretty thankless job. People expect things to be on time, so they notice when things go wrong, and not when things go right. At least that's what her teacher, Clay, told her before. So she never really heard anyone actually thank her for a job well done. And she felt touched. And unusually warm at her core.
"W-well, uh, I hope Mistralton Cargo Services kept your delivery quick and safe!" She admired the appreciation, but it didn't change her work ethic. She began to walk off and resume her inspection, before Skyla threw her hands out and squawked at her. At this point, Ted was long gone.
"H-hey! Wait, wait! Elesa." Skyla brushed at Elesa's arm. The taller woman stopped in her tracks, turning to face the idol.
"...I. I didn't come here strictly for professional reasons." The high-flying girl sighed.
Elesa cocked an eyebrow. "And there's something personal?"
"...Yes. Yeah, actually. As a matter of fact, I flew in to ask you out on a date." Skyla emphasized her words with an awkward swing of her hands, a stomp to the ground, and a half-shrug pose.
"..." Elesa would've tilted her sunshades down if she had any. "...You. Asking me out. If I'm sleeping I hope a Gengar doesn't eat my dream right now."
"Elesa, you're awake. Or rather, I hope you are." Skyla gripped at Elesa's hand. The hand she uses to hold onto her throttle lever. Yup, she's awake.
"Guess I am." Elesa blushed. She wasn't used to this emotion. Let alone having a literal celebrity ask her out on a date.
"I was, er." Skyla bit her lower lip. "Awestruck when I first saw you. I wanted to get your number, but then Cress made me go backstage to get ready, and by the time I got out, you were gone. So I just came to the source." Skyla receded back with every other word she spoke. "I hope I didn't bother you or your work."
"A date's a date." Elesa replied, matter-of-factly and handed her notepad to a random Pilot nearby.
"E-eh?! You sure?!" Skyla stammered.
"Of course I am! I wouldn't be a very good pilot if I lied."
Skyla began to smile. That made Elesa smile too.
"'Sides." Elesa continued. "I want to see if you're as smitten as a Litten." She playfully poked Skyla on the bridge of her nose.
Skyla giggled. Then, she began to laugh. Elesa never had anyone laugh at her jokes before, either. This was going to work out just fine.