The warm scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread filled the cozy bakery. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow on the display case where an array of pastries glistened. "It's been ages since I had one of these," a voice said, fingers hovering over a cream-filled éclair. " Memories of my grandmother's kitchen come flooding back." "Same here," another voice chimed in, reaching for a glazed donut. "But I think I'll stick to something a bit less sinful today. Maybe a scone?" "Good choice. They're homemade, you know. The lady behind the counter swears by her grandmother's recipe." "Really? I'll have to try one then. What’s your go-to order here?" "A blueberry muffin and a cappuccino. Can't go wrong with that combination. Especially on a day like this." "Sounds perfect. I might just join you, if you don’t mind." "Not at all. The more, the merrier. Plus, the company makes the coffee taste even better."