The bell above the door jingled as they stepped inside, the aroma of freshly baked bread and cinnamon swirling around them. "Morning, Mrs. Thompson! The usual?" "Yes, please, dear. And throw in an extra blueberry muffin for my grandson. He's been raving about them." "Coming right up! How's he doing in school?" "Oh, he's excelling, as always. But he could use a bit more sleep, I think. Those late-night video games are catching up with him." "Kids these days, huh? They never seem to sleep enough." "Tell me about it. But what can we do? They're always so busy with their gadgets." "Here you go, Mrs. Thompson. Two loaves and three muffins. Anything else?" "That'll be all, thank you. Keep up the good work, dear. This place is a gem." "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. Have a lovely day!" As the door chimed once more, the warmth of the bakery seemed to settle back into its familiar rhythm, the soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups filling the air.