It Could Have Been Worse || George and Myrtle
Dressed in the cleanest clothes he could pull form his drawers, George stepped out from the shop's from doors. Flattening the dark and slightly stained pants, he pulled the shirt over to hide the grease. "Dammit..." he uttered, looking back at the from doors. Tripping over the sidewalk where it came up, he walked to about the same resuarant he had seen this woman at earlier. She cam eby right often, from what he could tell. And she was absolutely gorgeous. George wanted-needed0 to tlak to her at least once. Opening the door, there she was per always. A shakey smile formed as he tripped again over his own feet. Regaining his balance, he went over to a seat just a few feet from her. All he needed was her name, just that.
