The bell above the door jingled as he stepped inside, the warmth from the oven filling the air. She looked up towards Ivaim as they both entered.
"It is a humble bakery, don't mind it." she said in a soft low tone. "I'm too old to clean the entire bakery, I hope you don't mind that it's dusty in here."
Ivaim chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck.
"I promised to help, didn't I? I can't just leave you here all alone."
The old woman gave a light chuckle, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Well, if this were just a few days ago, I'd be thinking you're here to rob me," she said with a mischievous smile. "But today, I'm feeling generous. Consider yourself lucky."
'I do.'
Ivaim's lips curled into a subtle smile, his thoughts drifting to himself.
