Synopsis

The air in the shop hung thick with the scent of possibility, a fragile sweetness threatened by looming practicality. Oz, perched precariously on a stool behind the counter, surveyed the scene with wide, anxious eyes. His little store, a haven of curated oddities and forgotten treasures, felt teetering on the edge. The threat wasn't a lack of customers, but a more formidable foe: his mother’s ambitious plans for a frozen yogurt emporium. "We need to think," Oz declared, his voice barely above