The bell above the door chimed as a customer entered the bustling bakery. The scent of fresh bread wafted through the air, mingling with the aroma of coffee and the sweetness of pastries. "Mornin'," the barista greeted, wiping her hands on her apron. "Regular?" The customer, a man with a worn leather satchel slung over his shoulder, nodded. "Top shelf, please," he requested, his voice gruff but pleasant. "And a spot of tea." The barista poured the steaming brew into a mug, adding a splash of milk. "Extra flavor, I see," she commented, handing over the cup. "You're a regular now, aren't you?" He offered a modest smile. "Just got here. Thought I'd try the local charm." She chuckled. "Well, you're in luck. It's our best seller. And the coffee's not bad either, if you're looking for something stronger." He took a sip, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'll remember that. Thanks." As he sipped his tea, he cast a glance around the bakery, taking in the warmth and familiarity. This small town, with its quaint bakery, was a world away from the city he'd left behind. He wondered what other secrets it held, waiting to be discovered.