Julius and his bakery

Right behind the market, there were bars, cafés, restaurants, and more. However, Michael had no need for them at the moment—especially the bars.

Not far from there, a familiar face was busy at work—someone who owned his own bakery in the village. The bakery was called "Julius' Bakery."

The owner, who was also the baker, was named Julius, as the name suggested. At that moment, he was seeing off another satisfied customer with a smile on his face.

"Thanks, Julius!" said one of his regulars with a cheerful grin. "Your pastries are as delicious as ever!"

"You're welcome. I'm glad you still enjoy them," Julius replied with a smile.

At that moment, Michael approached him unnoticed.

"Hello, Mr. Julius!" Michael greeted.

"Huh? Oh, hey, Michael!" Julius responded. "How are you?"

"I'm doing fine," Michael answered. "And how about you, Mr. Julius?"

"Me? Ha! I'm doing just great!" Julius replied. "By the way, Michael..."

"Yes, Mr. Julius?" Michael asked.

"Would you like to come inside?" Julius offered. "I'll treat you to something."

"Sure, I don't mind. I actually wanted to chat with you anyway," Michael agreed.

Entering the bakery, Julius seated Michael at a table before heading to the kitchen to prepare everything.