The bells above the door jingled as a gust of cold air swept in, carrying the scent of rain. The warmth of the bakery enveloped the newcomer, mingling with the sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries. "It's a gloomy day for a visit, isn't it?" a voice said, tinged with a hint of concern. "The perfect day for a warm croissant and a cup of coffee," another voice replied, moving closer to the counter. "You always make the best croissants in town." "Thank you, but I think you might be biased." A smile could be heard in the words. "What brings you here today, other than the weather?" "Just needed a break from the chaos at home. The kids are off school, and they've turned the house into a playground. I thought I'd treat myself to a little peace and quiet." "You deserve it. Sit wherever you'd like, and I'll bring your order over." "Perfect. I might just stay here all afternoon." The counter rang with the familiar chime of a bell as the order was placed, and the sound of the oven's door closing punctuated the quiet conversation.