[somebody is about to cross the street ahead. Somebody with a small violin by her side, a Ralts trailing behind, a small frown, and a focus that might as well be laser-guided. Looks like the sudden traffic is getting in the way of her violin lessons. Which she really doesn't appreciate, to say the least.
At least she looks before crossing the street. And then freezes, blinking. She doesn't even flinch when the Ralts bumps into her.
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At least she looks before crossing the street. And then freezes, blinking. She doesn't even flinch when the Ralts bumps into her.
So that's who everybody was looking at...]