The business was going up, because Maria knew exactly when a person needed a warm, fragrant bun, and when only an airy cake and, possibly, a couple of meringues would save a soul. She also constantly came up with new fillings and unusual tastes, new promotions and special offers.
In the morning, a pack of students gathered at a stop nearby and waited for the bus to the metro. Maria offered them a hearty pie and discount coffee. After lunch, mothers with strollers poured out onto the streets. Soon the children fell asleep from the measured rattling of the wheels, and the mothers could roll the stroller in the cafe and finally sit down for a cup of tea and cake. There was also a special offer for them. In the evening, the locals returned from work and Maria greeted them with the aroma of warm bread, two loaves for the price of one.
Previously, Mary's bakery was the only one in the area and people knew where to go. Then a couple more places opened. Maria scurried between the ovens and the cash register, chasing inexperienced employees. And when there was a minute, she leaned out of the window and called people to her. But soon everyone began to do so. A baker from a nearby street hired a promoter and dressed him up in a dancing croissant costume. The croissant screams reached Maria's windows, and her tables were increasingly empty.
Then Maria began to print leaflets and flyers with new menu items, promotions and special offers. In the evening, she came up with the edits for the designer until late. Early in the morning she went to the printing house next door and picked up a pack of leaflets. In the evening the wind carried them along Cherry Tree Lane and Privet Drive. The next morning the janitor shook them off into a tin scoop, and Maria left the printing house with a new pack of leaflets.
The area fell under the renovation program and soon Cherry Tree Lane and Privet Drive streets were surrounded by columns of new buildings, the roofs of which were lost in the clouds. There were so many bakeries that in the evenings all the streets were strewn with leaflets. The students left, the children grew up, the local workers retired. Maria wanted to keep baking loaves and warming people's hearts with cakes. But in order to survive in a big city, something had to be changed.
In the evenings, lights came on in houses, streets, and super markets. The city looked down on the inhabitants with the twinkling eyes of thousands of screens. They hypnotized and beckoned to them. Maria guessed that she also needed to light a light - to illuminate her bakery from the outside and from the inside with a couple of screens. But it was totally unclear where to start.