The bell above the door jingled as it swung open, letting in a gust of autumn air. The scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread wafted through the cozy bakery, mingling with the comforting aroma of brewing coffee. "Morning! Looks like we're in for another chilly day." "Sure does. Perfect weather for warm pastries and a hot cup of tea." "I see you're already stocking up on the pumpkin spice muffins. They're a hit this time of year." "Oh, absolutely. Can't resist a bit of seasonal flavor. Speaking of which, any news on that old Sawyer place? Heard it's finally been sold." "You know how this town is with rumors. Everyone's got their own version of the story. Last I heard, it was some distant relative of the Sawyer family moving in. But you know how it is with old houses and family secrets." "True, true. Speaking of secrets, did you hear about Martha's missing quilt? She's convinced it was taken by someone up to no good." "Martha's always got some drama going on. My money's on it turning up in her attic. She's always misplacing things." "Probably. Anyway, I better grab a dozen of those muffins before they're all gone. Can't disappoint the book club again!" "You got it. See you tomorrow, bright and early!"