Myrtle jumps, startled. The mouse squeaks and skitters away
Myrtle: Eep!
"sorry!"
Myrtle: HEY WAY TO DITCH ME, PUMPKIN!
She's yelling after the mouse. She sighs and crosses her arms, pouting
Myrtle: Little traitor...
"...,"
Myrtle: O-oh!
She looks up at Dean
Myrtle: Hi!
She grins at him
"hey"
-she notices his muscles-
"I- I really like Strawberry Blonde"
Myrtle: O-oh...yeah me too-it's been stuck in my head all day...
"heh-"
Myrtle: A-anyways...can I...help you with something?
She looks up at him, curious. She's not mad that he's talking to her, just a little confused
"just wanted to say..you have a nice choice in music"
-he starts to walk away-
