The warm scent of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries wafted through the cozy bakery, enticing the sleepy town of Willow Creek to wake up and start their day. On the opposite side of the counter, a middle-aged woman with flour-dusted apron patiently filled a box with assorted muffins. "Those blueberry muffins are looking especially good today." "Thank you, just got a new recipe from my aunt. She swears it's the secret to fluffy centers." "Fluffy centers, huh? I'll have to judge that for myself." A chuckle, followed by the clinking of a muffin being placed in a box. "Help yourself, let me know what you think. So, what do you make of the plans to turn the old Foster's Warehouse into condos?" "I think it's a terrible idea. It'll ruin the town's character." "But it'll bring in new businesses, and people. We need some fresh faces around here." "Fresh faces don't mean a thing if we lose what makes this place special in the first place." The woman slid the box across the counter, an inquiring look on her face.