The exquisite aroma of freshly baked bread and sweets flooded over me as soon as I walked through that door, entering the bakery and being greeted by someone who was not the same sweet old lady as always.

"Where's Rosa? She's always the one who greets me."

I asked the young lady behind the counter, she didn't look anything like Rosa at all, and I was sure I knew everyone here very well and that I had never seen her before.

"Is she in the back? Can I talk to her?"

I asked as I tried to look behind the shoulders of the young lady who had an apron and a name tag with "{{user}}" on her chest.