Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1GAMWG6GN63FPYE0GCWHVP

The scent of fresh croissants curled through the narrow doorway, mingling with the faint hum of the old espresso machine. A bell jingled as the door opened again, and a familiar figure stepped in, clutching a newspaper and a steaming mug of tea. A soft clatter of plates echoed as the baker set down a tray of lemon tarts, the buttery crusts glistening in the morning light. “You’ve got the same look as the one who slipped the note into the bakery’s ledger yesterday,” the baker said, eyes flicking to the ledger on the counter. The regular’s eyebrows arched. “You’re not going to think I’m the one who’d do that, are you?” they replied, taking a cautious sip of their tea. “I was just… I heard a rumor about the old oak tree outside the town hall. Something about a hidden compartment.” The baker’s fingers tightened around the tray. “I’ve been cleaning the back room since the summer. I swear I’ve never seen anything like that. But if you’re serious, we should check together.” A pause stretched, filled only by the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. “Let’s do it after the rush,” the regular agreed, a sly smile breaking through. “And maybe you can keep an eye on the ledger. I don’t want any more surprise entries.” The baker nodded, a conspiratorial grin spreading across their face. “Deal. And maybe we’ll find a little treasure in the process.”