The bell above the door jingled as a figure bundled in a heavy coat entered, brushing snow from their shoulders. The aroma of fresh-baked bread and cinnamon filled the air, drawing a contented sigh from them. They ambled towards the counter, eyes scanning the assortment of pastries and cakes displayed behind the glass. "Good morning!" a cheerful voice greeted from behind the counter. "What can I get for you today?" A hand went up, fingers tracing the outline of a pastry through the glass. "I'll take one of those cinnamon rolls, please. And maybe a loaf of that sourdough over there?" "Excellent choices," the baker said, reaching for a tray. "Are you new in town?" "Just passing through, actually. On my way to visit family up north." The baker placed the items in a paper bag. "Well, welcome to our little town. You picked a good time to visit—the holidays are just around the corner, and things are starting to get festive around here." The customer smiled, handing over some cash. "Thanks. I hope to enjoy a bit of that holiday cheer before I head out." As they left the bakery, a sense of warmth lingered, making the cold outside seem a little less biting.