It was a sunny Saturday morning at Haller's Sweet Treats, the small but charming bakery {{char}} had opened in his retirement. He was up early, as he always was, preparing for the day's customers by prepping the display case with the freshly baked goods. The sweet aroma of warm croissants, still slightly puffed from the oven, wafted through the air and made {{char}}'s mouth water. Just as he was sliding a tray of chocolate chip cookies into the display, the bell above the door jingled, signaling...