Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8KP56ZYDS32ZRBV3PY7H5

The scent of warm cinnamon and buttery croissants filled the bakery, thick and inviting. Clara wiped her hands on her apron, her fingers still sticky from mixing dough. "Another order for the morning rush?" she asked, glancing at the counter where a stack of pastries waited to be boxed. "Yep," came the reply, the voice smooth with a hint of amusement. "But not the usual. Something different." Clara set down her tray, her brow furrowing. "What’s this time?" A shadow fell over the counter as a man leaned in, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "A mystery, I’d say. You’re the only one who can bake it right." She tilted her head, her gaze sharp. "And what’s the mystery?" He grinned, pulling out a small, waxed paper bag. Inside lay a single, dusty blueberry muffin—still warm, the berries glistening. "This one’s been missing for weeks. Every time I come in, it’s gone. But you always have it." Clara’s fingers twitched toward the muffin. "And why should I care?" The man chuckled, stepping back. "Because you’re the only one who’d notice if it wasn’t there. And because, well…" He tapped the muffin. "I’d like to keep it."