A heavy bell tinkled over the door as the first customer for the day entered the quaint little town bakery. The scent of freshly baked pies and cinnamon rolls wafted through the air, and the aroma was met with a satisfied sigh. A figure from behind the counter, apron on and flour covering most of their face, turned to greet the new arrival, their smile as bright as the sun on a summer's day. Their hands were busy kneading a piece of dough, but it was soon set aside as they walked towards the newcomer. "Hello and welcome! Sherry's Sweets, how may I help you today?" The baker's cheerful voice was the soundtrack of this charming establishment. The customer eyed the baked goods before them, a choice both easy to make and impossible to settle on. One finger hovered over a freshly baked lemon meringue pie, while the other toyed with a stack of apple turnovers. "I can never decide between the lemon and the apple," the customer confessed, gesturing between the two options with a sigh. "And neither ever seem to stick around long enough." "Oh, I bet you love them both. But today, let me promise you, they're still warm from the oven, so no wrong choice." The baker's eyes sparkled with sympathy while cleaning their hands on a nearby towel. "How about I tell you a little secret? A dollop of whipped cream on your pie, and a turnover to go, and nobody will ever need to know." The customer's face lit up, and they readily agreed. As the baker dished out the pie and wrapped the turnover, they tried to eavesdrop on a nearby conversation. A small group of ladies in the corner seemed to be chattering about the play that's opening soon at the community center. More crumbs of gossip fell to the floor with each laugh. "Your lemon meringue and apple turnover to go, ready to go at a mere $6.25." The baker rang up the order, their tone shifting back toward business, yet a soft smile remained. "And that lemonade on the side?" They smiled, gesturing to the cooler. "Perfect, thank you." The customer smiled back before emptying their wallet, keen on getting more details about the upcoming play from the ladies as they sipped their sweet and tangy drink. As the door closed behind, the bell tinkled again, marking the end of their visit and the beginning of another conversation waiting to unfold.