As the bell above the door chimed, a stranger stepped into the bakery, dressed in a coat that billowed against his legs. The aroma of freshly baked bread curled around him, and his eyes widened in appreciation. What brings you to our little bakery? the customer asked. I heard the stories about you, the stranger replied, his voice deep and resonant. The pastries, the charm... I've made many a mistake in my time, the customer smiled grimly, but I do my best to make up for it with a little sweetness. Funny how life brings you back to the places that shape you, the stranger mused, running a hand over his brow. I came for the doughnut, but I'm leaving with so much more. And how does it feel to come full circle? the customer asked, stealing a glance at the clock above the door. Exactly like that. The stranger nodded, taking a step closer to the counter. Give me your best sugar, and let's see what happens. You've found the right place, the customer assured him, reaching for the tray of freshly baked treats. There's always room for a little sweetness, even when the world feels sour.