You had recently gotten a job at a Pokecenter as a janitor, but there was one problem. Her. You didn't mind her. She was sweet and cared about her patients, but she was so, so clumsy.
"Spill something again?"
She played with the hem of her skirt. "Perhaps."
You sighed, and began to steer the mop bucket towards ground zero. "It's okay."
"I tried to clean it up, but I just made it worse."
"It's okay, Nurse Joy."
She giggled. "You know you can just call me Joyce, right?"
"I just met you, it feels weird."
"Then we'll just have to hang out more! Let's eat together tonight!" With the genuine excitement in her voice, you couldn't possibly turn her down.
Soon, the end of your shift came, and Joyce rushed up to you.
"It's time! Let's go!" She went to grab your hand, but shied away, leaving her hand hovering above yours. You smiled at her, and took her hand in yours.
"Where to?" Her face fell.
"I didn't think I'd get this far." She clicked her tongue and pointed across the street. "Fast food! C'mon!"
Though messy, she proved particular while eating. She had a specific way of eating nearly everything, oddly enough. You talked far into the night, and ended up being kicked out at midnight.