Eevee's POV:

When Eevee got home, she immediately went to her father.

"Father," she began, but she was cut off.

"Hang on, I'm trying to get this connection through," he responded.

"Oh," replied Eevee.

So she just went to her room to contemplate the day.

She'd learned new information about the treasure. She'd met someone who either didn't care about her past or (the more likely option) didn't know about her.

Decent day, thought Eevee. But the truth was, there were still mysteries that lingered about. What does that boy think he is, accepting a criminal's daughter? Does he even know about me? Why did it take him so long to respond when I just asked him a simple question?

She decided she'd ask tomorrow.

Pikachu's POV:

When Pikachu got home, he immediately went to his room to do his homework and think about Eevee.

Does she like me? Does she care about me? Does she just consider me someone of no value?

Pikachu shook his head. No, she probably cares about me. She probably considers me of something more.

Aaaaaagh, but those are just contemplations and hopes! How am I supposed to figure out the answer?

I'll ask her! Pikachu realized. I'll ask her if she cares about me! No, that's too soon. So maybe I'll ask her on a date. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

With a plan in his mind, Pikachu went down for dinner with a grin on his face.