Soft morning light filtered through the bakery's lace curtains, casting a warm glow on the display case filled with pastries. The aroma of fresh bread and sweet frosting hung in the air like a comforting embrace. "Goodness, it's busy today." "Always is when the weather turns. Folks crave something warm and comforting." "Like your famous cinnamon rolls?" "Exactly. Though I must say, the apple turnovers are giving them a run for their money." "Oh, I've heard about those. Martha over at the library says they're divine." "She's a dear. Always supports the bakery. You should try one, on the house." "That's kind of you. I'll take one for now and a couple more for later. My grandkids are coming over this afternoon." "How lovely! Remember, if you need anything else, just holler. I'm here till closing." "You work too hard, dear. But I appreciate it. This place is a gem." "It's a labor of love. Besides, where else would I hear all the town's secrets?" Laughter filled the bakery, as warm and comforting as the scent of freshly baked bread.