The bells jingled as the door swung open, a gust of cold air following the bundled-up figure that stepped inside. Sniffing appreciatively, the figure approached the counter, brushing off a light dusting of snow from their shoulders. "Delicious as always," the voice said fondly, gazing at the freshly baked pastries arrayed before them. "That pumpkin spice latte really hits the spot on a day like today." "I know, right? I had to resist snatching one for myself when I pulled them out of the oven," another voice replied with a light chuckle. "Guess I'd better start keeping tighter reins on you and your sweet tooth." "Oh, please. Like you're one to talk, Ms. Cinnamon Roll Connoisseur. Mmmm...those sugar cookies look too tempting to pass up. I'll take half a dozen." "Coming right up, sugar. I'll toss in an extra one for the road, seeing as how you always seem to 'lose' one before you even make it back to the office." "They tend to mysteriously vanish, it's true. So how've you been? It's been too long since we caught up properly." "Ah, the usual routine around here. Nothing too exciting. I did think I saw your boss heading this way though, so you'd better savor those cookies while you can, buttercup."