The sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Sweet Treats Bakery, illuminating rows of golden-brown dough and sugary pastries. In the backroom, Betty Jenkins expertly piped icing onto a batch of decorated cupcakes. "Ah, perfect," she said, smoothing out a stray strand with a deft hand. Across from her, Emily Wilson, owner of the town's largest bookstore, watched her as she worked, her mind elsewhere. Betty's rhythm was hypnotic, and Emily found herself tapping her foot along with the beat. "You look like you could use a break, Betty," Emily said, gesturing to the empty tables. "Need some help?" Betty nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Just a few more minutes. I've got a special order to finish. I'm thinking of adding a twist to this wedding cake." Emily nodded, already thinking of novel ways to incorporate the vendor's specialty, fresh fruit and chocolate. As Betty expertly spun a roll of icing, Emily stepped in to rearrange the display cases, their hands brushing together in a gentle brushstroke. "You know, I had the craziest dream last night," Emily said, a twinge of defensiveness in her voice. Betty's expression turned sympathetic, her eyes crinkling at the corners.