The bakery door swung open with a soft jingle, letting in a ray of sunlight and a gust of cool autumn air. A young woman with auburn hair tied in a messy bun walked in, shivering slightly as she walked towards the counter. The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air, and she couldn't help but smile. "Good morning," said the round, cheerful woman behind the counter, her flour-dusted hands busy shaping dough. "What can I get for you today?" "Hmm... I think I'll have a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee," the younger woman replied, her eyes roaming over the mouthwatering display of treats. "Coming right up!" The baker hurried over to the coffee machine and began preparing the order. As the young woman waited, she glanced around the cozy bakery, her eyes lingering on the vintage oven in the corner. The baker noticed her gaze and smiled. "That oven's been in my family for generations," she said, pouring the steaming coffee into a dainty cup. "My grandmother used to swear that it gave her baked goods a special touch." "It must be a wonderful heirloom," the younger woman remarked, taking the cup and saucer from the counter. "I wish I had something like that in my family." "Maybe you do," the baker said with a wink. "You just haven't discovered it yet." The young woman laughed and took a sip of her coffee. "Maybe you're right. Thank you for the warm drink and delicious treat." "My pleasure, dear," the baker responded with a warm smile. "Come back anytime." As the young woman left the bakery, the bell above the door jingled once more, and the baker returned to her dough, humming a cheerful tune as she worked.