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The bell above the door jingled as the morning chill slipped inside, carrying the scent of cinnamon and buttery pastry. The counter gleamed under the warm glow of the bakery lights, and the display case hummed softly with the heat of fresh bread. "You know, if you keep staring at that scone like that, it’s gonna think you’re judging its life choices." A chuckle rumbled from the corner where an old wooden stool sat, half-hidden behind a tower of loaves. "Judging? Me? Never. I’m just admiring the craftsmanship. That’s a *work of art* you’ve got there." "Oh, please. You’ve been eyeing that almond croissant since you walked in. And don’t even try to deny it—your hands are already dusted with flour like you’ve been sneaking bites." "Wouldn’t dream of it. But between you and me, that filling? *Chef’s kiss.* You ever think about adding a little lavender next time? Just a whisper. Might elevate it to *divine.*" "Lavender? In a croissant? You’re either a genius or a madman." "Both. Probably. But tell me—why’s the town council meeting at the library tonight if they’ve got nothing better to do than argue over the new traffic lights?" The flour-dusted hands stilled. The air between them shifted, warm and heavy with something unsaid. "Because someone’s got a *lot* to lose if those lights stay where they are."