The warm, yeasty scent of freshly baked bread engulfed the cozy bakery, the golden loaves piled high on the counter. An anxious customer fingered the floral apron of the baker, a lock of mahogany hair escaping her flour-dusted bun. "Did you happen to see a note I left here earlier?" she breathed, working her pink scarf through fingers white-knuckled with worry. The baker, more at ease stirring dough, turned from her work to examine the wall. "The corkboard, right? Yes, I did, a yellow slip of paper, am I correct?" Her gaze followed her customer, perusing the now-empty board. "It's gone, didn't fall, though. Must've been taken." "Oh, no." A hand flew to the woman's throat. "It was important, about the town's reunion next week. I wanted to remind myself to confirm the band's arrival." Frowning, she leaned against the counter. "That Roger, peddling gossip, must've seen it. His mischief knows no bounds." The baker smiled sympathetically, hands wiping flour onto her apron as she resumed folding dough. "Well, darlin', you could always put out another notice, word'll spread. Just swing round Emma's later, she keeps a keen eye. She'll help you sniff him out." The worried customer sighed, fingers still playing with her scarf. "You're a true friend, Mary, thank you." She hugged the baker before leaving, determination in her steps. Once the door closed, a mischievous grin appeared on Mary's face. Alone, she snuck out the back, a yellow note balanced between her plump fingers, her plans for the reunion about to take a more interesting turn.