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The bell above the door jingled as Mrs. Evans wiped flour from her apron, the scent of cinnamon rolls curling through the early morning light. Sunlight filtered through the lace curtains, catching dust motes that danced over the display of scones and croissants. A regular patron lingered by the counter, eyes fixed on the day's special. — You’ve really outdone yourself with the lemon zest scone today. — Thank you. I tried a new glaze, hoped it wouldn’t be too sweet. — It’s perfect. Just the right tang to wake up the palate. — I’m glad you noticed. Most folks just grab and go. — I always take a moment. It’s the little things that make a town feel like home. — You know, I’ve been thinking about entering the county bake‑off. — Really? What would you make? — Something with lavender and honey. Reminds me of the fields outside Willow Creek. — That sounds daring. I’d love to taste a slice. — Maybe I’ll bring you a sample tomorrow, if the judges agree. — I’ll be waiting. And if you win, the first slice is on me. — Deal. Now, let me refill your coffee before it gets cold.