The bell above the door jingled as it opened, letting in a gust of chilly autumn air. The bakery was warm and inviting, the scent of freshly baked bread and pastries wafting through the air. "Morning, Gladys! How's business today?" "Oh, can't complain. The usual crowd, you know how it is. What can I get for you today, dear?" "I'll have a cinnamon roll and a coffee, please. Say, did you hear about the fuss over at the library?" "What, again? What is it this time?" "Apparently, someone's been sneaking in at night and rearranging all the books! Ms. Simmons is in a right state about it." "Well, that's odd. Who would do such a thing?" "Who knows? But mark my words, it's only a matter of time before something goes missing. I've half a mind to keep an eye out myself." "That's very civic-minded of you, I'm sure. That'll be $3.50, please." "Here you go. Keep the change. I'll see you tomorrow, Gladys." "See you then, dear. And mind you don't go getting into any trouble now, you hear?"