The cozy warmth of the bakery greeted her as she stepped in, a welcome respite from the crisp autumn air outside. The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and the gentle hum of the morning crowd filled the space. She approached the counter, where a young woman with flour-dusted hands was arranging pastries on a tray. "Is Sarah available? I'd love to catch up with her over a cup of tea." The baker looked up with a smile. "Sarah's not in today. She's been feeling under the weather since yesterday. But I can lend an ear if you need it, ma'am." A hint of worry creased her forehead. "Is it serious? Should I pay her a visit?" The young baker laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, no, nothing like that! She just had one of her mystery-solving moments. You know, like an adventure! She's fine now, just resting up, I suppose." Relief washed over her features, and she chuckled softly. "Ah, those mysteries. They always keep her on her toes. I guess I'll take some of these delicious-looking cookies with me instead." As she left the bakery, the sound of the bell above the door chimed softly, carrying a promise of a delightful day ahead.