Alfred
Cynthia needed something a little more substantial today than her usual. She'd spent a good deal of time mapping out good ice cream parlors on the island, but there was always room to give herself better food than that.

Enter the outdoor seating at this conveniently-placed restaurant.

"Thank you," She murmured to the waiter who brought her her menu, brushing an annoying tuft of hair out of her face. She hadn't been able to finish her tamping routine to get her hair to its sleekest state, and it was starting to fluff up.

Maybe she should get a haircut...
Richard
Lucas was merely not too much a distance away, seemingly getting back into different attire as he was wrapping his usual red scarf around his neck and his hat was on a hook. Did he work here! Or maybe he was just volunteering or something. Either way, he didn't notice Cynthia at all there.

However, thoughts of the blonde among many others were still in his mind. He honestly wondered how it all could have gone from just wanting to be the champion like every other young kid to nearly facing off against *Gods.*

Well, I say nearly, because he wasn't the one who did it. It was Dawn. He was merely just around for a little bit here and there, then cast away. Of course he didn't mind this, he never really thought he was anything too special and he was always happy to see Dawn and Barry getting so far.

He missed them, he really did, he missed the memories of it all.

They probably didn't miss *Him* Though.

But that was fine too.
Alfred
Cynthia had just given the menu a tentative skim when she looked up-

*Is that...?*

A familiar scarf passed through the crowd.

"Lucas?"

Her voice was soft, but still had that carry she'd developed in Victory Road. Lucas would probably hear her. Her eyes widened the slightest bit as she realized that it was, in fact, her friend.
Richard
"Hm?"

Of course he heard the voice, but he didn't recognize who it belonged to until he moved round, just finishing tying his scarf and then looking at Cynthia, freezing up in place with maybe even small tears coming to the corners of his eyes.

"Miss- Miss Cynthia..."

His voice was as well, just as soft as it had always been. He never really had that loud a voice or firm a tone anyways, just another reason he faded into the background of the other two.

Shaking his head a little to berid of...*Thoughts*, he smiled a little and walked over to her table, bowing a little with one arm over his chest and one behind his back. Like a butlet almost.

"It has been a long while... No?"
Alfred
Cynthia smiled softly, removing the same unruly strand of hair from her face. "It has," She agreed. "Far too long. But you're here! I presume this means your training is progressing? You must have become quite the Trainer!"

She noted his head shake but didn't ask. She was too happy to see someone who'd enjoyed her company.

*They* Hadn't...

"How have you been, besides?" She asked, motioning to the table before her- if Lucas had the time, he was welcome to sit with her!
Richard
Noticing her motioning, he nodded and sat so that they were facing each other. It would be much easier this way he figured, but when he was asked the former of what she asked at first, he smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck a little.

"Actually-...I never became a proper 'beating the league' sort of trainer.. I'm a professor's assistant, but I help out in the bakeries, cafés and even the restaurants around here when I can."

Honestly he felt a little ashamed if anything. He must have sounded so stupid! Who would want that instead of being a champion?? 

Well, **He did.**

"And I've been quite well I suppose... It's uhm-..Just the usual I gusss. Not that it *Matters* Really, eheh."

"How have you been though?"