Your hair was pulled back out of your face, pushed back with an old, faded cloth that managed to frame your face rather well for being nothing more than an old piece of fabric. It drew attention to the shape of your eyes, and although you didn’t find much special about them, many of your daily customers would find themselves almost immediately drawn to them. Once or twice, those eyes may have even managed to sell an extra pastry, although many attributed those eyes to the vastly relaxed and friendly atmosphere surrounding your shop.
The apron that covered your skirt was dirtied in a spray of flour that you hadn’t yet noticed despite the fact that almost half of your day had already passed. You weren’t exactly the type to notice something so small--especially in your line of work in which it would have been more surprising to see your apron looking spotless.
Besides that, you were having a busy enough day to merit a slight mess