Kneadles of excitement whirred in the air as the bakery glowed with a warm, golden light. Inside, Emma Taylor handed Lucy Thompson a steaming cup of coffee and a delicate biscuit. "You're in for a treat," she said with a grin. Lucy wrapped a fresh croissant around her hands. "I knew it was coming," she said, taking a bite. The flaky pastry melts in her mouth, releasing a rich, buttery flavor. As they sipped their coffee and nibbled crumbs, a visitor pushed open the door and strode in. His eyes locked onto Lucy, taking in the sight of her apron and the buttery aroma wafting from her hands. "Lucy, the surprise visitor," he said, his deep voice low and smooth. "Damon Winchester." Lucy's eyes flickered to the newcomer, and her eyes narrowed. "And who are you, exactly?"