"So it really happened here?" There was a tone of disbelief in their voice, but also an undercurrent of excitement. "Yes indeed. This quaint bakery was the setting for something much darker in times past. Rumors have flown for years about murders and hidden treasures, all of which led to the cover up." The other chimed in, almost conspiratorially. They both took sips of their lattes before continuing their conversation. Their hands, almost unnaturally still, gestured delicately in the air as though to paint the tale they wove together. "Well," began the first, and paused for dramatic effect before continuing. "Legend has it, that during a particularly booming period in the town, all signs of success were showing... except one." He hesitated, building suspense, "One business, in particular..." their voice dropped to almost a whisper. "The beloved bakery," Finished the second. The pair both turned their attention to the old lady bustling behind the counter in front of them, clearly lost in memory and storytelling. With her hair up in a classic net, apron fastened tight, and floured fingers, she seemed like every quintessential small town grandma—except when her gaze caught their own for just a moment, causing their hearts to race.