In the warm glow of the bakery's window, a clock ticked steadily, counting down the seconds until the morning rush. Behind the counter, a man in an apron wiped his hands and turned to his customer. "You say you're looking for something specific?" The woman nodded, her eyes scanning the rows of pastries. "Just something... unusual. I've been trying to find the perfect gift for a friend." The baker chuckled. "Unusual, huh? Well, I've got just the thing. How about a batch of our famous cream horn cookies? They're not just any cookies, they tell a story in every bite." The woman's eyes lit up. "That sounds perfect. A story in a cookie?" The baker leaned in, "Oh, yes. And they're said to be as sweet as the love you give."