[color=8dc73f][h1][i][u]Myrtle Gardner - Wallƒlower[/u][/i][/h1][/color]
Myrtle walked along the sidewalk, rubbing her hands together and blowing on them for warth, internally scolding herself for not bringing gloves. October morning were chilly enough, she wondered how she would fare in the coming winter.

It wasn't long before Myrt stumbled across a quaint little cafe. It looked locally owned, which was definitely her style. A lovely looking couple came out the door, causing a bell to chime, and the gentleman held the door.

[color=8dc73f]"Oh, um thank you, sir!" [/color]Myrtle said graciously, smiling shyly and nodding as she rushed inside. The door shut behind her, causing the bell to jingle.

She nervously stepped in line, looking around at all the signs and decorations. Already her heart was racing from being near other people, triggering her social anxiety. While she waited Myrtle twirled her hair around her fingers and adjusted her glasses. Thankfully the line moved quickly, and there was only two in front of her.

Myrt found herself staring at mouth-watering pastries on display on the counter. She almost didn't notice when it was her turn and the barista spoke up.

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"Oh, I'm sorry! Good morning! I'd like one of those yummy looking coffee-cake muffins, please. And a small hot chocolate with whip cream. Thank you, umm..." [/color] Myrtle trailed off, finally looking her barista in the face, looking for a name tag. She paused a moment, noticing severe scarring down the side of her otherwise very pretty face.  Myrtle's face own face flushed a tinge redder, feeling as is she saw something she shouldn't, Myrt flashed one of her toothy, awkward smiles, desperately hoping it just looked like it was caused by the cold.