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The morning sun spilled through the frosted glass of Willow Creek Bakery, warming the scent of fresh bread and cinnamon. Flour dust floated in the light, settling on copper pots that lined the shelf behind the counter. The bell above the door chimed as a regular customer pushed it open, a soft sigh escaping as the warmth wrapped around her. She looked at the display. "I've been craving that raspberry jam turnover since yesterday." The baker slid the turnover onto a paper bag. "The last one is right there, still warm." She smiled, taking a bite. "Perfect. You outdid yourself." A pause while the baker wiped a smear of dough from the counter. "Heard you saw that new fellow at the farm stand this morning." The customer nodded, voice dropping. "He was asking about the old mill, the one that's been empty for years. Seemed... eager." The baker's eyes flickered to the window. "The town council wants to turn it into a cafe. Might bring more folks in." "Just hope it doesn't bring trouble." She took another bite, the sweet jam dripping slightly. "Anyway, I'll take a dozen of those lemon bars for the book club." "Will do. And I'll save you a slice of the new honey lavender tart." The customer laughed, the sound mixing with the gentle clatter of pans. "You're a lifesaver." They exchanged a knowing look, the kind that said more than words, then the bell chimed again as she left, the door swinging shut behind her. The scent of warm butter lingered in the air, promising more secrets to come.