The Pokémart

“You sure? I know you don’t like the dark” she mumbled as she pulled a string of her brown hair from her face. She looked at the small mole-like creature. It looked down at the ground, almost touching it with the tip of its nose when it nodded.
“If you are entirely, extremely sure” she muttered under her breath.
“Let’s go then, Lhon” she said. She already picked her pokeball from her pocket, but the cyndaquil whined softly.
“Not then?” she said as she gently scooped up the cyndaquil.
“Oh wait, first to the mart!” she called out. She walked out of the pokecenter and made her way to the pokemart. She looked at the boy behind the counter.
“Where can I find the potions?” she asked.