Hopefully, none could notice the way their hazel eyes would adjust the exact same way to the same exact thing. Luckily, they hadn't been questioned about the identical slope of their foreheads, or the soft pulp of a bottom lip quite like the other's. No inquiries as to why they both sported hair of the same rich brown, or to the indistinguishable color of their skin as they sat side by side.
The man in the big
blue chair swiveled around to face them. A curvy metal desk separated
the two parties in the cramped office room. "Yes, all seems to be
in order. You and your wife are free to open an account here on
Sestak." Eager, plump, and a bit dim, the man spun away again. They
could tell he took time to perfect his swiveling. He took no time,
however, to perfect the identification of his clients.
"It's
your big nose," the boy breathed from the corner of his mouth,
suppressing a grin.
"You're just sore you look like a girl," she whispered back coolly, without glancing at him. "You have mother's fingers."
"That's Peter," the boy needlessly corrected. Then, for proof and good measure, he engulfed her hand with his on the shared armrest between their seats. It was a simple, jokingly predatory action, but the man had turned around again and it would now serve to strengthen their roles. The pudgy banker glanced at their hands and the two hid their nervous itching to detach.
"This is the ideal branch for newlyweds to register an account when they plan on starting their lives together. I guess you heard about our generous interest rates."
"Yes," the boy nodded. "We're looking forward to starting a… family."
"With lots of kids," she added, struggling to keep still. In the end, she snorted and laughed. So did he.