While she's busy dreaming her head in the clouds, something else catches her attention. A man standing not in front of but behind her reflection appears intrigued at her odd behavior. Considering the striking possibility that Hazel has been watching her the entire time, she represses the urge to scream and instead shrinks away in embarrassment.

"..!"

From the looks of his starch apron and authoritative stare, this man must work here. Whoops.

The boy is only a few years younger than her. At least, that's her justification as she moves forward, determined to press a kiss to his lips. First, she'd fallen in love with his cooking, then him.

It was actually quite the natural process. She'd been visiting Kalos for a competition and ran across the restaurant he'd worked at, and it all unfolded from there. Now here she is, in the same cafe they'd first met, isn't that cheesy?

Of course, in planning, she hadn't really considered the whole height difference issue. And it doesn't really occur to her until her eyes slip closed and he lips meet... not his lips.