The warm aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air as the bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of a new customer. "Good morning, Millie! What brings you here so early?" "I just couldn't resist the smell of your famous cinnamon rolls, Betty." Betty chuckled, her eyes twinkling with pride. "Well, you've come to the right place. I just pulled a fresh batch out of the oven." "Perfect! I'll take two, please. One for me and one for my dear friend, Edna. You know, she's been feeling a bit under the weather lately." "Oh, that's a shame. I'll wrap them up extra special for you." As Betty carefully packaged the cinnamon rolls, Millie leaned in, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, I overheard something rather interesting at the town hall meeting last night." Betty raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Do tell, Millie. You know I'm always eager for a bit of gossip." "It seems that our beloved Mayor Johnson has been spotted sneaking around town after dark. And not just once, mind you, but several times this past week." "Well, isn't that peculiar? I wonder what he could be up to..."