Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFQ74D0FWRK3DTXNJH9TWE

The bell above the door tinkledas Sarah pushed it open, the familiar scent of yeast and cinnamon wrapping around her. Mrs. Henderson, the baker, was arranging loaves on the counter, her silver hair tied back in a neat bun. "Good morning, dear," Mrs. Henderson said, her voice warm but sharp with focus. "What can I get you today?" Sarah smiled, scanning the display. "Just a plain croissant, please. And... Mrs. Henderson? I couldn't help but notice you seemed a bit... troubled earlier. Is everything alright?" Mrs. Henderson paused, her hands stilling. She turned slowly, her eyes searching Sarah's face. "Troubled? Oh, no, not at all. Just a little... preoccupied. A customer left in a hurry yesterday, forgot something important. It's a nuisance, but nothing a good night's sleep won't fix." She forced a bright smile, but Sarah saw the flicker of worry in her eyes. Sarah nodded, understanding the unspoken concern. "Of course. Well, I'll just take my croissant then. Thank you." She reached for her purse, her gaze lingering on the empty space where the special ingredient usually sat near the flour bin. "Take care, Mrs. Henderson." Mrs. Henderson watched her go, the forced smile fading as she stared at the empty spot. "Take care," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. The mystery of the missing ingredient settled back into the quiet hum of the bakery.