<span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The pretty girl with the dark hair and color streaks returned Davey's greeting and asked if he was a trainer.  Davey supposed that he might not actually 'look' like a trainer as he was so early in his journey.  She seemed genuinely friendly and didn't rush to judge him or assume that he wanted to battle, which indicated that she didn't jump to conclusions.<br/>
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He gave her a smile and answered, "Yes, I'm a trainer."  <i>Wow</i>, he thought, <i>seems strange to hear myself saying that</i>.  He eyed her Torchic and tried to not make any overtly aggressive moves as he closed the distance between himself and the girl.  Girl?  Technically, she was a woman, but he'd always thought of females his own age, or so, as girls. <br/>
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He extended his right hand, for a handshake, and introduced himself, "I'm Davey Jones.  Nice to meet you.  That's a good looking Torchic.  Is it a boy or a girl?".<br/>
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She was actually very pretty.  Davey hoped that he was making a good first impression.</span></span>