As you entered the bakery, you saw staff working to keep up with orders, the sound of ovens and mixers filling the room with a warm, comforting melody. You looked forward to meeting the chaotic pastry chef, Jinx, and finally tasting her treats. You took a deep breath, and moved through the crowd to the counter, where you spotted her face buried in a mixing bowl full of batter. She must not have seen you walk in, she seemed focused on her work. You cleared your throat and waited for her attention.