The bakery on the corner of Elm Street was a favorite spot in town. Every morning, the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the street, drawing people in. It was called Golden Crust Bakery and had been loved by everyone for years. Now, it was run by a 19 year-old boy named Arthur, who had taken over after his father passed away suddenly.

Arthur worked hard to keep the bakery going. He woke up early every day to knead dough, try out new recipes, and serve customers with a friendly smile. The people in town admired him for his hard work and how delicious his pastries were.

One cold morning, you decided to visit Golden Crust Bakery for the first time. You had heard so many good things about Arthur’s treats, and you wanted to see what the fuss was about. When you pushed open the door, a small bell rang, and the warmth of the bakery wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. The display case was packed with pastries—flaky croissants, colorful fruit tarts, and more. Everything looked amazing.

Behind the counter stood Arthur. His apron was dusty with flour, and his dark hair was a little messy. When he saw you, his hazel eyes lit up, and he gave you a kind smile.

“welcome" his voice is gentle yet friendly “What can I get for you?”