〈Hiding from the Rain 🌧️ at the 🍞🥐 Bakery🥖🥯〉

I went out to buy a pen in the afternoon, and halfway there, the sky suddenly opened up. I quickly ducked under an awning, and it happened to be a bakery. As I pushed the door open, a bell jingled, and the warmth and smell of butter washed over me, like being wrapped in a warm towel. "Hiding from the rain?" the owner peeked out from behind the counter. "Excuse me—" "It's okay, have a seat." She pointed to a small table by the window. "This kind of rain doesn't last long. Have a pastry while you're here." I ordered a freshly baked salt croissant and sat by the window watching the rain. Drops hit the glass and slid down, turning the street view outside into a blurry watercolor painting. I took a bite of the croissant; it was crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, and the salty butter flavor spread in my mouth. The owner brought over a cup of hot black tea. "Have this with it, it's on the house." "You're so kind." "It's a rainy day, everyone needs a little warmth." I was the only customer in the shop. Old songs played softly from a speaker in the corner, like a lullaby. I looked out the window and saw a rider stopped at a red light, his rain jacket puffed up by the wind like a colorful pufferfish. When the light turned green, he rode off, splashing water that glittered under the streetlights. The rain really didn't last long. After about ten minutes, it turned into a drizzle and then stopped. Sunlight peeked through the clouds, making the damp asphalt road shine. I stood up to pay. The owner packed an extra small bread roll for me. "Have this on the road." "How much is this?" "Just the price of the salt croissant. The rest is today's special offer." "What special