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The bell above the door jingled as Mrs. Alvarez entered, the scent of cinnamon rolls wrapping her in a warm hug. Shelves of sourdough, honey jars, and a glass case of fruit tarts lined the walls. She slid onto a stool, watching the baker knead dough. She smiled, feeling the familiar comfort of the bakery’s morning hum. Morning, dear. Ready for your usual? You know me—always the almond croissant and a latte. The croissants just came out—flaky, buttery. Did you hear about the town fair this weekend? Yes, the mayor wants the pie contest back. Rumor says Mrs. Penelope’s entering her lavender‑infused apple pie. Lavender? That’s bold. I hope she doesn’t overdo it; the flavor can turn soapy. I’ve seen her add a pinch too much before, but she swears it’s the secret. Speaking of bites, have you tried the new gluten‑free scones? Not yet. Gluten‑free can be dry and crumbly. The baker says they’re moist, thanks to yogurt and a drizzle of honey. Sounds promising. I’ll grab one with my coffee. Here you go—almond croissant, latte, and a gluten‑free scone on the house. Thank you. You always make a morning feel like a hug.