The scent of freshly baked pastries filled the air as the bell above the door chimed, signaling a new customer's arrival. Abigail, the owner of the quaint bakery, looked up from the display case with a warm smile. "Good morning, Evelyn. The usual?" "You know me too well, Abigail. And how is your day going so far?" "Quite busy, actually. I just pulled a fresh batch of croissants out of the oven. Would you like one?" "Absolutely, that sounds divine. I could use the extra energy, especially after that town council meeting last night." "Oh, do tell. What's the latest drama in Willow Creek?" "You wouldn't believe it. Apparently, someone has been tampering with the community garden again." "Not another vandalism incident? Goodness, when will this stop?" "I wish I knew. The mayor is at her wit's end, and the rest of us are just trying to figure out who could be behind it all." "Well, you know I'm always here if you need a listening ear, or perhaps a fresh pastry to help you think it through." "I appreciate that, Abigail. And speaking of, this croissant is heavenly. You truly have a gift."