Heath was now seriously wondering whether Giratina had some strange fetish, like kicking people in the butt or doing other bizarre things. After all, Heath remembered that back on Mt. Coronet in Sinnoh, Giratina had also kicked him in the butt and sent him off a cliff, leaving him utterly speechless. And now, another kick had sent Heath straight out of the Distortion World.
"Giratina really has such a nasty personality." Heath rolled his eyes helplessly. Looking at his still-sleeping Pokémon, he scratched his head and put the little ones away. Then he took out his phone to check the time. It was now five thirty in the afternoon. Heath couldn't help frowning. It seemed time had kept passing after he entered the Distortion World; otherwise, there was no explaining why so much time had gone by.
With that in mind, Heath returned to the food truck with his Pokémon. But once he got back, he found that the little ones were still asleep. He had no idea what sort of protective covering Giratina had put on them, but that wasn't what concerned him right now. Heath yawned, then hung the open sign at the food truck's entrance. Now all that remained was to see whether any customers came.
What Heath hadn't expected, however, was that a customer would enter his food truck the moment he put up the sign.
"Welcome! What would you like to eat?" Since Zoroark was still fast asleep, Heath temporarily had to handle serving customers himself, so he delivered the greeting with practiced ease. But when he looked up, he couldn't help pausing, because he recognized the customer before him.
He was a very handsome man, but that wasn't the point. Heath had seen plenty of handsome men; Steven alone was good-looking enough to put