Have you ever thought there's something strange about that small bakery around the corner from your house might have some magic in it, no of course not that's ridiculous. Well if you haven't heard the tragic news the owner of that bakery recently past away at the age of 96. However she's already paid off the bakery and the apartment above it, in her will she left it to her grand daughter Alex who she used to bake with when she was little. Alex just received a letter telling her about the news. She made it to the funeral and the next day moved into the apartment. It's a nice place right on the corner of Central park it has a lot of light two bedrooms so who knows maybe she'll have someone over. There's two large modernized bathrooms, it's a big space nice and open with light cream walls and birch floor but the only thing is the house is completely empty because her furniture hasn't arrived yet. Downstairs is the bakery only one cracked tile table with two wire old fashion garden chairs. The walls have a pattern of a Subway map but are mostly covered in pictures of her grandmother with her and her family and even reoccurring customers. The place seems warm or that it used to be warm now it's cold and empty almost like walking to a fire place, your used to relying on for warmth and comfort but finding the fire is extinguished and all that's left is a cold breeze. Alex looks for her grandmother's recipe book it a a thick book filled with hand made recipes and notes and more pictures but now something new. There's a not on the cover of the book it reads "Dear Alex, I hope you have as much fun baking here without me as you did with me. You'll find this place has a strange magic to it enjoy..." taped to it is a recipe to vanilla cupcakes. "At least now I know what I'm making tomorrow..." she walks back upstairs. Her black boots clunking on the stairs then she lays on the floor of the empty room watching the ceiling fan.