The bell above the door jangled cheerfully as a figure, wrapped tightly in a woolen coat, stepped into the warmth of the bakery. "Good morning, Linda! Smells heavenly today, as always." The voice, husky with age, carried a hint of laughter. Linda, bustling behind the counter with an apron dusted in flour, smiled. "Morning, Mr. Henderson. Just baked a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls. They're still warm." "Perfect, just what I need to sweeten this gloomy day." The shop door opened again, admitting a gust of cold air and a younger woman, her face flushed from the cold. "Good morning, Sarah!" Linda greeted. Sarah nodded, her eyes scanning the display case. "Morning, Linda. Morning, Mr. Henderson. I'm here for my usual, but I couldn't help but notice..." She trailed off, her gaze lingering on a box of pastries on the counter. Mr. Henderson chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. "Ah, the iced lemon scones, they’re a treat, aren’t they?" Sarah blushed, "Well, I just thought... maybe a little something different today." "You won't regret it," Mr. Henderson assured, grabbing a scone and taking a bite, crumbs scattering. Linda raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. “See? Even a seasoned expert like Mr. Henderson agrees.”