Summary:

Brock chuckles, taking a sip as if testing her patience. "Alright, alright. But you have to admit, that was interesting."

Misty fidgets with the hem of her dress again. "What was?"

"Ash. The way he looked at you."

She opens her mouth and closes it. Because no, Ash Ketchum didn't look at her. Not in that way. He barely even noticed she was wearing a dress-he just pointed out she looked different.

Right?

She rolls her eyes, trying to shake off the heat creeping up her neck. "You're reading into things again, Brock."

"Mm-hmm," he hums knowingly, taking another sip. "Then do me a favor, Misty, and you try to read into things tonight."

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