The sweet scent of freshly baked pastries wafted through the cozy bakery as the morning sunlight danced across the wooden countertops. Classic jazz floated softly from the speakers, providing a soothing accompaniment to the gentle hum of friendly chatter. "I couldn't sleep last night, my mind kept wandering back to that disagreement with Edna at the town hall meeting." "I heard rumors it got pretty heated." "Heated? She totally lost her cool, shouting at poor Mayor Reynolds. I was surprised she didn't storm out of there mid-sentence." "It sounds like things are about to get real interesting in our little town. Do you think it was just politics, or was something else driving her behavior?" "I think she was trying to hide something – the way she quickly changed the subject and ended the conversation. It didn't sit well with me, and I'm not the only one who thinks so." "Enough about Edna for now. What's for breakfast today? Something with chocolate and butter perhaps?" "Of course, our famous chocolate croissants, just fresh out of the oven."