The bell above the door chimed as it opened, letting in a blast of cold air and a woman bundled up in a puffy coat. Her breath puffed in white clouds as she approached the counter. “Good morning,” she said, her voice muffled by a knitted scarf. “I’ll have a slice of that blueberry pie, please.” “Coming right up,” the baker replied, a friendly smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “It’s our special today.” He pointed to a sign above the display case. “I saw,” she said, her smile widening. “It looks divine.” “It’s made with local blueberries,” he said proudly, carefully placing a generous slice onto a plate. “They’re the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.” “I bet. I’ve heard so many good things about your bakery.” She paused, taking a sip of the coffee she’d ordered. “It’s certainly lived up to the hype.” “Well, thank you,” he said. “We try our best.” She paid and took a bite of the pie. Her eyes widened in delight. “This is amazing,” she said, savoring the taste. “Thank you!” “Enjoy.” He wiped down the counter, watching her leave. The bell above the door chimed again, as she stepped out into the chilly morning.