The bell above the door chimed as it swung open, sending a gust of icy air through the bakery. The scent of freshly baked bread and cinnamon swirled around the cozy space, mingling with the aroma of brewing coffee. “Can I help you, dear?” a voice, warm and as comforting as a cup of hot cocoa, asked from behind the counter. “I’m looking for the pumpkin bread,” the other voice responded, a bit hesitant, “the one with the pecan topping.” “Oh, you mean Mrs. Peabody’s special?” “Is that what it’s called?” “It’s her secret recipe,” the voice said, her tone reverent. “She’s been making it for years. We only have a few slices left, but I’m sure I can find you one.” “Thank you!” “Have you tried our coffee today?” “No, but I might just have to after this.” “That’s my favorite part of working here,” the voice replied. “Starting the day with a fresh cup and the smell of baking bread.”