Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5KMYRBPRZ3CWZ7GQP2DVT

The bell above the bakery door jingled, and the scent of cinnamon and butter wrapped around the newcomer like a warm hug. "Is that you? I’d recognize that impatient stomp anywhere." "Impatient? I’ve been standing outside for five minutes debating whether to come in at all." "Debating? Over my famous apple turnovers? That’s a first." "Maybe I’m watching my waistline." "Since when? You ate three of my scones last Tuesday." "Fine. You caught me. I’m avoiding Margaret. She’s been lurking near the post office, and you know how she gets when she’s on one of her ‘community improvement’ kicks." "Oh, don’t worry. She already stopped by this morning—something about ‘excessive sugar’ and ‘corrupting the youth.’" "Tell me you didn’t give her a free muffin to go away." "Of course I did. Blueberry. Her favorite." "You’re enabling her." "And you’re avoiding the real issue. You didn’t come here to hide from Margaret. You came for the turnovers." "...Maybe." "Thought so. They’re in the back. Fresh out of the oven." "Lead the way. But if Margaret asks, I was never here."