After the hairdresser have finished doing their hair, Claire and Eliza paid at the counter.
"I swear, this cost of living crisis is crazy!" muttered Eliza after they walked out of the beauty salon. "They've increased their prices again!"
"I know right!" answered Claire as she took out her phone to check the location that Tom sent them. "Guess what? The bakery is right across the road!"
"OMG! I knew it's close, but I didn't expect that it was that close!" exclaimed Eliza.
In a few steps, Claire and Eliza arrived at the aforementioned bakery. They discovered it to be a charming little establishment, evoking a sense of warmth and tradition. The building has a delightful facade with a cream-coloured exterior, complemented by a bright green door that adds a splash of color. On the right side of the building, a prominent red-brick oven stood out. Affixed to this brick oven was a small clock and a daily schedule indicating the bakery's operating hours and the times when fresh bread was pulled out of the oven. The overall design of the bakery was cosy and inviting, with a nostalgic charm that was far from the assumed sinister role it played in the spies' mission.
The spies opened the bright green door, then a gentle tinkling sound of small bells welcomed their entrance to the bakery.
Upon entering, the spies perceived that the air was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread. The walls were lined with shelves, each one carefully crafted from warm, honey-coloured wood that gave the space a cosy, welcoming feel. A soft light bathed the shop in a gentle glow, which was surprisingly empty.
~To be Continued~
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