“So I see you finally made it to our match. What, you run out of excuses for ducking me?”
Placidly tossing a Premier Ball up and down in one hand, Chris simply smiled at Sam’s idle taunts. “And good to see you too madam. Trust me, when this is over, I won’t be the one looking for excuses.” Catching the ball in hand, he adroitly balanced it between three fingers and adjusting his silver tinted glasses in preparation, “Now, shall we?”
Smiling smugly, Sam gestured for him to release first, “By all means. Go right ahead.” Shrugging with a smile, Chris released his opening Pokémon.