In the heart of Meadowgrove, nestled between the general store and the undertaker's, lay "Sweet Delight," a bakery that had been a staple of the town for generations. The bell above the door chimed as two familiar faces entered, the scent of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries enveloping them. "Morning, Amy," said one voice, a smile evident in their tone. "The usual?" "Good morning, Henry," replied another, equally warm. "Yes, please. And how about a dozen of those blueberry muffins for the diner?" Henry, the baker, nodded, already reaching for the tray. "You got it. And how's the cat doing?" There was a pause before the other voice replied, "She's adjusting. Still haven't found its owner, though. I think she likes the spot behind the counter." Henry chuckled, sliding the tray towards them. "Well, maybe she'll find her way home soon. Or maybe she'll just decide to stay." Amy laughed, wrapping the muffins in a paper bag. "Either way, I'm glad she's here. She's good for the place." Henry handed her the tray of pastries, his eyes twinkling. "That she is. Now, hurry up and get back to work. The world won't end if you take a second for yourself." Amy smiled, taking the tray. "Thanks, Henry. Just one second, though. I see an open door, and I'm going to run through it." And with that, she was gone, leaving Henry alone in the bakery, a small smile playing on his lips.