The Bakery

The cobbled street glinted under the morning sun, leading Gonzalo towards the bakery the man he'd encountered, had mentioned. He also knew of the bakery since it was the biggest one in the pack.

The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread filling the air was a welcome change from the stale air of the packhouse. The bakery itself was a quaint, two-story building with a wooden arched window that offered a glimpse inside where light danced upon mountains of golden brown bread and glistening cakes.

The aroma of caramelized sugar, cinnamon, and rising dough, filled Gonzalo's senses– provoking his hunger even more. Leafy flower boxes overflowing with crimson petunias lined the windowsills, adding a touch of life to the street.

Two young boys— barely teenagers, leaned against the bakery's entrance, tossing a ball back and forth with an air of boredom. Gonzalo approached them with a kind smile.

"Excuse me, boys," he began, hoping his tone sounded more confident than it felt. "Could you point m