The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the soft hum of conversation in the cozy bakery. Flour dusted the countertops, and the soft glow of golden lighting made everything feel warm and inviting. "I'm telling you, I saw him arguing with the mayor just last night." "At the town hall meeting?" "No, at the diner. They were in the back booth, trying to keep their voices down, but I could tell it was intense. The mayor's face was red as a tomato." "That's not surprising, given the plans for the new development. I've heard the mayor is pushing for it big time." "Yeah, and I know why. He's got a stake in the project, doesn't he?" "That's what I've heard. But I'm sure he'll deny it to his grave." The baker slid a tray of golden-brown croissants into the display case, the sound of gentle clinking filling the air. "I just hope it doesn't all come crashing down, like the last time we had a big project in town." "Me too. We can't afford to lose any more businesses. This town is barely holding on as it is."