A girl with much beauty entered the pokecenter her red eyes as bright as roses surveyed the place and saw that there were many trainers there doing the sam as her they were there to heal their own pokemon. It looked like the Nurse Joy here had her hands full. She went towards the counter where a polite receptionist was waiting and calling out numbers for the trainers pokeballs healed.
The woman's voice rang over the whole calling out numbers "Trainer 34, Trainer 36, Trainer 37, Trainer 38"and so forth. She took a piece of paper and left her pokeballs there trusting that they weren't members of the three most worst teams in existence Teams Rocket, Magna, & Aqua. She thought she would trust them and on the paper it read #43. Which was a good thing for they had just called out #39 and so she didn't have long to wait.
She sat down in a chair next to a trainer who had just recieved his own pokeballs and saw her. He started to admire after her for there wasn't many beautiful women there in pewter. She sees his brown eyes go wide for her. She asks "What are you looking at?"