Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7MR72VTR76SS4M8J65BT4

The bell above the bakery door jingled as the door swung open, and in walked a woman clutching a steaming mug of coffee. The scent of cinnamon and fresh bread filled the air, making her stomach growl. "Morning," she said, stepping inside. The bakery was warm and inviting, with shelves lined with pastries and jars of jam. A stack of croissants sat on the counter, still warm from the oven. "Good morning," replied the baker, wiping her hands on her apron. "What can I get you today?" "Just a coffee, please," she said, taking a seat at the counter. "And maybe a muffin. Something sweet to go with it." The baker nodded, reaching for a muffin. "I made these last night. They’re extra fluffy." The woman smiled. "That sounds perfect. I’ll take two." As the baker pulled out the muffins, she noticed a small, handwritten note tucked into the display case. It read, *"For the woman with the coffee and muffins."* The baker’s eyes widened. "Oh, I didn’t mean for it to be so obvious," she said, quickly tucking it away. "I just wanted to thank you for your kindness." The woman chuckled. "It’s no big deal. You’re just doing your job." She took a sip of her coffee, savoring the rich warmth. "But I appreciate it. It’s nice to feel seen sometimes."