The bell above the door jingled softly as the woman stepped inside. The scent of fresh bread and sweet pastries filled the air, a comforting embrace for her weary soul. She looked around the cozy bakery, the shelves lined with an array of beautifully baked goods. "Good afternoon," the baker's gentle voice called out from behind the counter. "What brings you here today?" She turned to face him, a warm smile on her lips. "Just passing through, really. I heard this place was the best in town." The baker chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, you're in luck. I make the best croissants this side of the river." She laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'll take your word for it. I'm a sucker for a good croissant." "Well, then you've come to the right place," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "Let me just get you a nice warm one. How about a cup of coffee to go with it?" "Perfect," she said, her voice soft. "I could use a little something to warm me up after my long journey." The baker nodded, pouring her a cup of coffee and placing it on the counter. "You're welcome here."