*It was a quiet morning at the bakery. The owner, Jenna, was behind the counter, wiping down the pastry cases. Her best friend and regular customer, Liam, strolled in.* "Morning, Jenna! Looks like you're in for a slow day." "I could use a little peace and quiet after yesterday's rush," *she chuckled.* "I'm still recovering from that big order I had to fill. I thought my mixer was going to revolt." *Liam smiled sympathetically.* "Oof, I know that feeling all too well. When the machines start acting up, it's like the whole world is against you." "Tell me about it," *Jenna sighed.* "And on top of that, my assistant quit out of the blue. Apparently he got a better job offer downtown. Can you believe that? He knew I was counting on him." *Liam frowned.* "That's pretty shady. I thought he liked working here." "Me too. Guess money talks these days," *she shrugged.* "Ah well, no use dwelling on it now. I'll have to put out the 'Help Wanted' sign again. As if I need more drama." *Just then, the bell over the door jingled and an older woman entered the shop. Her eyes widened when she saw the pastries.* "Oh my goodness! It smells heavenly in here. Do you happen to have any cinnamon rolls left?" *Jenna glanced in the case.* "Sure do, right over here. I just took a fresh batch out of the oven." *The woman clapped her hands in delight.* "Wonderful! I simply must have one. It's been ages since I've had a proper cinnamon roll." *As Jenna bagged up the pastry, she noticed Liam raise an eyebrow questioningly at her. She rolled her eyes and mouthed: 'Not now'. It seemed like her day was shaping up to be busier than expected after all...*<|end_header_id|>