Lydia was getting used to these types. They always either seemed really full of themselves or they seemed confused by why exactly they were there. They weren't like normal shoppers that came in, smiled, browsed and went on their way. She tried not to feel so tired by it all but it was getting out of hand in her opinion.
This girl though... she squinted at her as she stood up from behind the counter where she leaned.
"What do you mean... special?" for some weird reason Lydia kept wondering if this is what it felt like to have a twin. This girl had a face that reminded her of her own face. It was kind of weird, but not so uncommon. Just the other day a girl came in that had eyes like Lydia's.