The aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the small bakery, a warm welcome to the early morning customers. Sunlight streamed through the large front windows, casting a golden glow on the array of treats displayed behind the glass counter. "Have you decided yet?" the older woman behind the counter asked, her voice gentle and patient. She smiled kindly at the young man standing uncertainly before her. He glanced down at the case, his eyes widening at the assortment of cakes, cookies, and loaves. "Everything looks so good," he admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. The woman chuckled. "That's the advantage of coming to a bakery," she said with a wink. "It's always a tough choice." He nodded, still looking torn. "Maybe I'll just have to bring some home for my family," he mused aloud, finally reaching out to tap the glass. "I think I'll go with the lemon tart and..." he trailed off, his gaze moving to a tray of freshly baked rolls. "And one of those cinnamon buns." "Excellent choices," she said, her voice warm. She began wrapping his selections. "Is there anything else I can get you?" He shook his head, a pleased smile on his face. "No, this should be perfect. Thanks so much." She handed him his bag, her eyes twinkling. "Enjoy, and tell your family I said hello."