The bell above the door tinkled as the two friends entered the cozy bakery, filling the air with the sweet and buttery aroma of freshly baked treats. A cheerful hum of conversation and the clinking of porcelain cup against saucer provided a pleasant backdrop to their interaction. "Can you believe it's been a month since we've been here?" one of the friends said, running a hand through their hair, causing a lock to fall across their forehead. "The time sure flies when you're busy." "Nnh, tells me," the other responded, setting their cup down with a clatter. "You've been buried under work, that's for sure. I admire your dedication." "Well, when you're trying to solve a murder, there's not much time for chit-chat," their friend retorted, eyes scanning the shelves laden with tempting pastries. "Besides, someone has to catch the killer." The first friend smiled, reaching for a chocolate croissant. "Mmm, yes, while I've been busy gossiping and eating these exquisite treats." Their laughter filled the bakery, causing the baker to peer out from behind the counter with a warm smile. A few moments later, a tray of steaming, golden croissants emerged, delivered to their table with a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Special for my favorite customers," the baker said, her eyes twinkling. "Shall I bring you another round?" "Nah, we're good," the first friend replied, picking up their coffee cup. "Just enjoying the scenery and each other's company." The two friends savored their sweets, their conversation flowing as effortlessly as the morning breeze through the open window. As they left, arm in arm, the bell above the door followed their departure with a soft, mellifluous tune.