Bi-Multitude

A girls large brown eyes watched a woman through the glass.  Her dark hair french braided into neat rows, her dark eyes large and narrowed in suspicion.  Her head tilted in slight curiousity, and a slight smile on her face.  No older than 5, her head was held in a slightly arrogant manner, shoulders set as she observed from her place behind the glass.  Right now, the woman could not see her.  She saw her same shade of brown skin, high cheek bones but without the sign of a smile.  The womans face was bright, but not bright enough.  The smile she gave to the strangers didn't reach her eyes.  The young deviant saw all of this and stood by the do