"Bonjour, Delilah! Bonjour, Mandy! Look how you're growing!" Jeanette was, as always, effervescent, no matter the time of day. "Soon you will be having two of everything, no?"<br/><br/>Jeanette was one of those petite women who made up for a small size with a huge personality. She was very attractive for being middle-aged, with only the barest hint of gray creeping into her otherwise glossy dark hair. She usually ran the counter, as she was best with the customers - remembering the names of the regulars and just generally putting everyone at their ease.<br/><br/>Anton poked his head out the door to see who was here already, and saw that it was Delilah. A regular customer, but one he could never quite bring himself to wait on. He found himself getting tongue-tied and acting stupid. He had such a schoolboy crush on her, but he would never let her know.<br/><br/>Never.