The bakery was all abuzz with the familiar aroma of freshly baked goods. The bell above the door jingled merrily as the customers came and went. A small group was huddled around the display case, admiring the pastries. "They really do look good enough to eat," a muffled voice said from among the crowd. "I'm shocked anyone can bake anything good with all this rain," another voice chimed in. The baker, his apron tied tightly around his waist, glanced up at the clock. It was almost closing time, but he loved chatting with the locals. "Well, I'll have you know that my recipes are the best," he said with a hint of pride. "It doesn't matter what the weather is like. My pastries always come out perfect." The voices seemed to soften as they murmured their agreement. As the conversation turned to the latest town gossip, the bell above the door rang again, signaling another customer's arrival. The baker glanced up to see who it was this time. To his surprise, it was the sheriff. He was a frequent visitor, always stopping by for a cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie. "Evening, Sheriff," the baker greeted him warmly. "What can I get for you today?" "Just a slice of your famous apple pie," the sheriff replied, patting his stomach. "I'm on duty, but my stomach thinks it's dinner time." The two shared a laugh as the baker retrieved the warm pie from the oven. He handed it over with a smile and a nod to the crowded room. "You all have a good night," he called out, waving goodbye. "And remember, this rain won't stop me from baking the best pastries in town." As the crowd drifted out of the bakery, the bell above the door chimed one last time, signaling the end of another busy day.