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The bell above the door jingled as the morning’s first customer stepped inside, bringing with them the scent of damp earth and pine from the forest beyond town. The chk-chk of the espresso machine filled the quiet, punctuating the soft hum of the oven. "Busy today?" "Only what I can handle. The usual?" "Please. And a danish—if there’s any left." A glance at the tray revealed one lonely raspberry-filled pastry. "You’re in luck. But don’t tell anyone." "Your secret’s safe with me. Though I *could* come back later. Maybe after closing. For... inspection." A warm laugh bubbled up. "Inspection? That’s a fresh reason to stop by." "I have my methods. The cinnamon rolls are unmatched." "The proof is in the pastry, I always say. Speaking of which..." The tray was lifted, the last danish transferred to a small white box. "Here. On the house. Consider it housewarming." "A house isn’t a home without good bread. Or good company." "Who said I was talking about bread?" The silence that followed was charged, rich with unspoken understanding. The oven beeped, pulling focus back to the dough rising golden in the heat.