The sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the hum of lively chatter. "I'm telling you, it's a disaster waiting to happen. That new development on the outskirts of town is going to ruin our charm." "Oh, come on, it's just a few new houses. It'll bring in fresh faces and some much-needed revenue. We can't stay stuck in the past forever." "Easy for you to say, you're not the one who's lived here all your life. You don't remember what this town was like before the tourists started pouring in. We're losing our sense of community, and that's what makes this place special." "Tourists bring in business, and business is what keeps places like this bakery thriving. Don't be so quick to judge. We'll adapt." The bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of a new customer. A gentle voice interrupted the debate. "Sorry to interrupt, I'm just here for a loaf of sourdough. What's the consensus today?" The discussion paused, allowing the customer to order and collect their bread. As the door closed behind them, the conversation resumed, laced with a hint of unease.