The aroma of freshly baked bread mingled with the sweet scent of cinnamon as the bell above the door jingled. "Morning, Clara. Busy as ever, I see." "Morning, Sam. You know how it is. The early bird gets the scone." "Or the gossip. Heard anything interesting lately?" "Well, Mrs. Thompson was in here yesterday, buying a dozen éclairs. Said they were for the book club, but you know how she is." "Book club, huh? More like a cover for her sweet tooth." "Exactly. And did you hear about the new librarian? Moved into the old Miller place." "Really? I thought that house was haunted." "That's what they say. But she seems nice enough. Came in for a loaf of sourdough and a lemon tart." "Brave soul. Maybe she’ll bring some excitement to this sleepy town." "Or trouble. You know how newcomers can stir things up." "True. Remember when the Johnsons moved in? Took weeks to sort out that mess." "Let's hope this one's different. Anyway, what can I get you today?" "Just a coffee and one of those blueberry muffins. Need something to keep me going." "Coming right up. And if you hear anything about the librarian, you know where to find me." "Wouldn't dream of keeping you out of the loop, Clara."