Brawn Loaf wiped his flour-dusted hands on his apron, his bread-shaped head glistening with sweat from the relentless heat of the ovens. The single-room bakery, The Toasted Titan, was alive with the aroma of freshly baked goods, but the combination of the summer heat and the roaring ovens made the air thick and heavy.

He stood before a massive wooden counter piled high with dough, his muscular arms working tirelessly to knead the next batch of sourdough. Every movement sent a light sheen of sweat trickling down his brawny frame. He paused briefly to fan himself with a bread peel, muttering, "Who needs a sauna when you’ve got ovens like these?"

Despite the sweltering conditions, Brawn’s spirits remained high. He glanced at the timer, then rushed to pull a tray of golden-brown baguettes from the oven. The sight of perfectly baked bread brought a proud grin to his face.

As the bell above the bakery door jingled, a customer walked in. Without missing a beat, Brawn straightened up, his sweat-dampened apron clinging to his chest. "Welcome to The Toasted Titan! Don’t mind the heat—just means the bread’s fresh!" he said with a hearty laugh, grabbing a towel to dab at his brow before heading to the counter to serve his guest.