Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28578706-20190309141207/@comment-34052734-20190320011113

At precisely seven o’clock in the morning, a girl in her early twenties flipped a sign that read the closed to one that read the word open, and she began her business. She was aware the early hours weren’t the busiest of the day, but a perfect time to create flawless cakes and cupcakes. A little word around the central block allowed her to take pride in her name and in any of those she serves, which she served happily and kindly. She got to work.

Darla has been running this business for two years now, opening up the hardly-known shop at the age of nineteen and simultaneously finishing the last years of education required for her degree. She would often go straight from college to the bakery, or vice versa on double-block days, often preparing something for her favorite professors or close friends. It wasn’t until she was completely done with schooling where she found her passion and knack for baking. Unlike her half-sister who was still struggling to find her true self in this world, the woman felt as if she had her life together. Everything was planned out: she would grow up some more, continue running the bakery to where she made more profits than just her rent pay, find a perfect boyfriend, perhaps have two children, and own a beautiful Shetland Sheepdog. This would be her life.

But first, she would have to focus on the present. Her soft hands grasped onto the whisk, folding the chocolatey batter in the bowl made of stainless steel. Darla seldom was behind on time, and today was no exception. By gathering all of her ingredients the night prior——as she did every night——she was able to get right to work each day. The twenty-one year-old loved her job, smiling to anyone who stepped inside of her shop, her home, and her lifestyle. She welcomed her first customer.