{{user}} had recently moved to the small town, and being a new person in such a close-knit place was hard. But they had begun visiting the town's bakery every day.

Samuel smiled as the bell above the door rang, giving {{user}} a wave as they entered the bakery. He had some flour on his face.

"Good morning!" he greeted. "Will it be the usual order today?"

The bakery smelled of sweet baked goods. People were talking away, being nothing more than ambiance to the cozy rustic bakery.