The Cashier sighed. It had been a long day. The bakery was crowded, with people pressing their nose up to the glass. All the pastries looked the same to Diana. Her blond hair tied up under a hairnet and a dorky hat. This was worst then school.
The door opened and two people came bursting, startling everyone. They both looked so much alike, they could be twins. The boy looked on the verge of seventeen, his messy black hair was long, covering part of his dark chocolate eyes. He ran immediantly to the treats, peering through the glass with the little kids. His mirror, the shorter girl looked about eighteen. She had short spiky black hair and dark golden eyes. She approached the cashier.
"Have you-,"she paused, breathless from running. "Have you seen a man, about twenty-five. He's about this tall," she started gesturing with her hands, "and he has really bad posture."
Diana was busy staring at the seventeen year old. She realized, a second too late, that the girl was waiting for an answer.
"Uh, no I haven't. Sorry." Her shoulder's drooped, then she sighed.
"I told you he wouldn't be here," said the man, "they don't have Neopolitans."
"Oh, but there's a bakery on 7th street. Let's try there," spiky hair said, her voice sparkling with hope. "C'mon Seth, let's go." She ran over to the man, yanking him away from the pastries.
"Aw, but Lacey, they have cookies." Seth's wide chocolate eyes were focused on the cookies as Lacey dragged him out of the shop.