Allegro Evans pulled up to the bakery on her bike, silver bells from her messy buns chiming with every single one of her moves as she made her way down the steps, one backpack slung over her shoulders. It had taken her less than fifteen minutes from the time she rolled out of the bed to her appearance before the shop. There were some advantages to her chipmunk-like speed at doing things.<br/><br/>Today, she dressed simply in crimson tank top with a racer back that left the world to see the pair of angel wings peaking out. The red skirt with the petticoat rustles softly as she moved, the stripped black and white knee length socks and black Mary Jane finished the look. She tugged on her fingerless gloves, revealing the multicolor nails polish beneath it as she opened the door. Head bobbing to the songs from her MP3, she burst into the small shop, the jingle of the small bells in her hair chiming in unison with that of the one hanging above the door.<br/><br/>"Good morning, lovelies!" She fair chirped, completely oblivious to whatever conversation that was going on the room. The scent of powdered sugar and chocolate that seemed to follow her everywhere permeated the room. "Do I smell coffee?" She leaned against the counter, cocking her head at the scene before her.