Heath walked out of Officer Jenny's apartment, pondering a question as he went: what exactly had that inexplicable feeling just now been, the sense that he had been had?
"Trainer, why do you look so serious?" Zorua lay on Heath's head curiously, then tugged at his hair with a paw. The pain instantly snapped Heath out of his thoughts. He rubbed Zorua's head in annoyance. This little rascal-Heath wondered whether his head would end up bald someday.
"I was thinking about something, obviously. But never mind, I was probably being a little too sensitive." Heath shook his head. He felt that Old Officer Jenny probably hadn't tricked him. At most, there would be a few more Officer Jennys coming for dinner, but Heath didn't mind. After all, cooking in bulk was one of a chef's required skills.
After getting into the Food Truck, Heath drove toward the vending spot he had secured through his application. He had asked Old Officer Jenny to help him find it. According to her, this was one of the best spots available, right near the Indigo League's busiest commercial district, with several companies' office buildings beside it.
Heath was quite pleased, too. He also discovered that, although Old Officer Jenny had retired, she still had the authority to get him a vending permit. That made obtaining his permit considerably easier. Originally, Heath had thought he probably wouldn't be able to get it until tomorrow.
When he arrived at his vending spot and parked the Food Truck, Heath took out the tables and chairs and set them nearby. He also wrote up the dishes available today. Then all that remained was to wait for customers.
Soon, Heath met his first customer, which delighted him a little. He hadn't expected a customer to arrive so quickly. A