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The bell above the bakery door jingled as a gust of crisp autumn air rushed in. Warm cinnamon and vanilla scents wrapped around her like a hug. "Three almond croissants, please," said a voice with a faint Scottish lilt. "And whatever’s fresh today." The counter gleamed under the soft glow of the bakery lights. "Just made a batch of cardamom buns—still warm from the oven," replied the baker, sliding a tray toward her. "And if you’re feeling adventurous, we’ve got a new lavender shortbread." "Lavender? Now that sounds intriguing." The voice paused. "You know, I used to bake all the time back home. My gran taught me everything." "Gran’s recipes must be good if you’re still using them," the baker said, wiping her hands on her apron. "What brought you to town?" "Just passing through," the visitor said, though her fingers tightened around the counter. "But I do love a good bakery. Makes me feel like I’m home." The baker smiled. "Well, you’re in luck. We’ve got fresh pastries, strong coffee, and a quiet corner by the window if you’d like to sit." "Perfect," she said, her voice lighter now. "I could stay awhile."