She figured it was because they were always together, and finding a girl would be difficult that way. Or maybe they didn't want to date an employee. Or they just weren't interested. But she felt it was the first. She never saw one without the other. They were that set of twins that everyone said were each one half of a whole.
After work one night, half way down the road, she realized she left her bag in the back room. Kicking herself, she headed back, unlocking the front door and making her way along the dark shelves filled with the assortment of goods that they sold. She was so proud that she had made her way through to the back room without kicking anything when she pushed past the curtain and saw them.
One was sitting on the other's lap (it was really too dark to tell), craddling his cheek and kissing him.
She stood there for a moment in awed silence, before she figured she could just get her back tomorrow. She pushed past the curtain and hurried to the door.
However, in her haste and the darkness, her shin found the table that held the cage of puffkeins and their squeakin noise alerted her bosses in the back. She was still hopping around holding her leg when the brothers appeared through the curtain. The lights flickered on instantly.
Blinking in the brightness, she looked at their flushed and innocent faces.
"Are you okay? What are you doing back?" Fred came forward to help her sit down, but she stepped away to avoid him.
"I'm, ah, fine. Just hit my shin on the table. Forgot my bag, didn't want to bother with lights." Which was all completely true. Minus the fact that she'd been heading out when it had happened.
"Oh, well then. Accio bag." Her bag toted through the air into George's hand. He walked over and handed it over. She smiled with what she hoped was politeness.
"Thanks." Ignoring the sting that lingered, she put weight on her foot and headed to the door. "See you tomorrow."
"Have a nice night." She barely let their words reach her ears, the door shut so quickly behind her. She was running down the street before she stopped herself and apparrated.
In the back of the shop, George sat down in the chair, watching Fred pace around. "It's not like you to worry."
"But if she saw us. She has to work with us. It could become awkward. She could tell someone. She--"
"Come here." Fred stopped his ramblings and looked at his brother. Shuffling over, he slumped into George's lap. "I know what you're thinking. But I also know she's not going to do anything that will get us in trouble. We'll talk to her tomorrow."
Fred was about to argue, but smiled, knowing George was right. "So, you don't think she left anything else here, do you?"
"No, I think she isn't too eager to come waltzing back."
"Good. Because I remember being in the middle of something..."