The dark-haired man behind the wheel looks at the girls, his gaze settling on the more exuberant one with long raven-black pigtails. "I'll be back here at four-thirty sharp to pick the two of you up, all right? Don't be late."
The teenager nods. "We won't, Dad - I promise." She turns to her companion, a quieter-looking girl with long, loose hair and deep blue eyes. "Come on, Cheryl - let's go shopping."