Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYABZZCEDZ3RJA06QYZV2A5

The morning sun spilled through the stained-glass windows of *Honeycomb Bakery*, casting golden stripes across the counter where a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls glistened. The scent of vanilla and warm bread filled the air, thick and comforting. "Another order for the wedding cake?" the baker asked, wiping her hands on her apron. "Just the usual," the customer replied, pulling a crumpled receipt from her purse. "But I did notice something odd about the last batch—too much cinnamon, wasn’t it?" The baker frowned, peering at the receipt. "Maybe the recipe was off. You know how those things go." "Or maybe someone was trying to sabotage it," the customer muttered, her voice low. "I saw a stranger lurking near the delivery truck last night." The baker’s eyes widened. "You’re serious?" The customer nodded, pulling out her phone. "I took a picture. You should see it." The baker hesitated, then reached for the phone. As she swiped the picture onto the counter, the baker’s expression darkened. "Well, if it’s sabotage, we’ll need to find out who’s behind it."