That voice was a little familiar, but Trip thought he might have imagined it, he was waiting very nervously for Ash after the flight... he had something he needed to keep safe in that backpack he was hugging to his chest, uncharacteristically, but as he turned to continue pacing around the gate he arrived at, he saw someone he really did recognize.

Ash’s friend, from the Junior Cup! He forgot her name all of a sudden, so all he managed was a slightly awkward, too-high, “Alola!”

Shouting it was embarrassing, why didn’t he just walk over first! He made his way over, not too quickly, still holding a strangely lumpy and occasionally shifting bag.