"B...b...but... We're supposed to be catching Pokémon, not 
sightseeing..."

He sighed as she grabbed his arm anyway and dragged him 
towards the town square. 

He knew what was going to happen, what always happened 
when they got to a town. They'd get something to eat, then 
go for "a walk". She'd stop and he'd look to see her pressed 
close to a window (was it possible to be jealous of a 
window?) staring at some object inside like her very next 
breath depended on possessing it. He'd ask what was wrong, 
and she'd turn away. Her eyes would sag a bit and she'd be a 
bit vague, then dismiss everything with a small giggle. As 
they walk away, she'd steal a glance back at the window and 
a try to hide a soft sigh. 

And he'd break inside himself. 

Later he'd creep out and find the shop, spending what little 
money he'd managed to hide away from her since the last 
time. In the morning, he would hand it to her, and her 
eyes... her eyes... 

And for a moment, he would pretend that it was him that 
made her feel that way... 

And that was why he did it.

*

"I just want to look around."

She grinned. It had been a long time since the last town, and 
she couldn't wait. It was so frustrating, being with him all 
the time and yet never letting him see. 

But in town... She could pretend, if only for a little while. 
They would eat in a restaurant with others, with real 
couples. They would talk and then listen, and she could 
pretend that it was normal. That it was real. 

And afterwards, they'd stroll along the sidewalk, maybe even 
hold hands. Like they were going home. 

Home. That was what she wanted. A home. A real one, with 
him. It didn't matter where, so long as he was with her. 

The shop windows reflected their image as they strolled 
along, and she would become enraptured by the sight. 
Sometimes he stopped with her, and it was beautiful - like 
an old family portrait hung on a wall for generations to 
smile at. 

When he continued walking without her, though, she'd stand 
at the window watching him disappear from the reflection, 
and she wondered if this perhaps was the future she was 
destined to see. 

But then he'd come back for her. And she lived for that 
moment, that feeling, despite the fear and the doubt that 
came before it. 

In the morning, he'd hand her a souvenir of their trip and 
she would pretend yet again. Pretend that he knew how she 
felt, and that he felt the same.

And that was why she did it.