Bruce
Nessa never considered herself a bad person... Competitive, high strung, and maybe a little blunt sometimes, sure. She would never deny those aspects of her personality. She could be stubborn, didn't like to listen to others, and got too eager when things went her way. (And to frustrated when they didn't) but a bad person? No... That was until a recent conversation started to put all of that into perspective...
It hadn't been a long one, and she'd been managing to ignore the implications behind it for the better half of a month now. But in the conversation, she'd talked with a fan who's opinion was... Difficult to understand.
Most people who admired Nessa did so due to her career as a gym leader, and nothing else. *This* Fan admired her as a model, and weren't even bothered about the league in the first place. But her comment started to bother the woman, the more and more she thought about it.
"You should prioritize! I love your modeling, but I don't know if you can do it all..."
And her comment had a striking resemblance to a conversation Nessa had with someone else. It was much longer than a month ago, probably last year if she was being completely honest. But her conversation with Chairman Rose, and than later the usual fan, had left the water type leader with a strange taste in her mouth.

If one person brings something up, and you know it isn't true, you smile, and ignore it. Maybe try to see the points. But when two people bring something up... Well at that point it's hard to tell if something is just baseless criticism, or a valid argument. At least that's how Nessa saw it.
"Hmmm..." She sighed, rubbing her temples while she checked her phone.

No missed messages... Guess everyone else here was busy. Sonia had kinda gone quiet, so Nessa didn't exactly have much to say or do, just sitting in a cafe while she checked social media. Not like her best friend really understood, nothing against her or anything. But she didn't have two jobs, didn't have to gain the attention of fans, *And* Battle to be the strongest. She didn't understand...

Frowning, Nessa picked at her scone, eventually shoving it in her mouth, enjoying the sweet flavor.

No one she really knew understood...
Isabel
Cynthia, on the other hand, found herself faced with a very different kind of problem. Coffee cup in hand, she was tackling deciphering the notes of a fellow researcher. She had assumed that this researcher's notes wouldn't be of any trouble to understand, but she was quickly learning that he had fell into a Raboot hole, hyper focusing on a single aspect of what they had been researching. She sighed and leaned back on her seat, setting her cup down as she viewed the many pages of notes sprawled out in front of her on the table. It hit her, in that moment, how tired she felt. Not physically... But emotionally.

She felt more than ever that she should take this vacation more seriously and try to relax. Cynthia had been working particularly hard lately since she had hit a roadblock in her research and it was wearing on her. Perhaps this vacation was exactly what she needed... She took a sip of her coffee and set it back down next to the notes, which she promptly began to organize. 

When had her research been so over-encompassing in her life...? Never, she decided. It had been a number of years since she had lost the title of champion in Sinnoh. She hadn't battled quite as much since then as she found her interest in mythology growing after the Team Galactic incident. She had seen the deities in the myths she studied before her very eyes atop Mount Coronet. Palkia, Dialga, Giratina... She knew they were real, tangible creatures now, but somehow her research was far from over. Cynthia's research was now focused on learning about the true nature of the being that supposedly created the universe... The aptly named Original One.

Cynthia went to take another sip of her coffee but realized she had finished it without knowing. She stared down into the empty cup, then looked back at the notes, which she then put back onto her bag. She was now determined to relax and enjoy herself, even if it meant neglecting her work for awhile. The former champion stood up, slung her bag over her shoulder, and began to walk out of the café-

Suddenly, the notes she had stuffed into her bag came pouring out. "Ah!" Cynthia halted and tried to stop more paper from escaping. "Oh no..." She immediately kneeled down to try to clean up the mess. Some of the papers made it so far that they reached the feet of another patron of the café... Nessa.
Bruce
"Huh?" Nessa felt something brush against her feet, leaving her wondering what it was. She looked at the piece of paper with writing all over it, in a handwriting she couldn't understand. But from the bullet point look, she would assume they were notes of some king.
"Huh, what are these..."
She reached down to pick them up, noticing that there were more. Quite a few more, actually. As she followed the trail of paper with her eyes, they landed on another table, with a tall, blonde, woman seated at it. The notes were probably hers...
"Ehem!" Nessa cleared her throat, standing with what amount of the notes she could carry. It was a little awkward that she just picked up the trail as she went, until she had them all in a little bundle, and walked over to the blonde.
"Um, I think you dropped these." She held out the notes, having completely disorganized them.