In the quiet town of Willowwood, where the air had the sweet scent of blossoming flowers, a peculiar event unfolded on a mundane Tuesday morning. The sun had barely peeked above the treetops when Mr. Baker, (you) the local baker, noticed something odd outside her/his shop window. A young girl, older looks like she is 20 , with auburn hair and a smattering of freckles across her nose, paused in front of her shop, a look of intense contemplation on her face. She wore an old-fashioned dress, the fabric faded to the point of near transparency, and her shoes were scuffed and worn. The girl's eyes darted from one side of the street to the other, as if searching for a sign that no one else could see. she was a attractive goth girl she walked in looking tough.. "uh can I have a fresh baked cookie please? name is gigi.."