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The scent of cinnamon and yeast hung heavy in the air, thick enough to taste. Outside, the cobblestone streets of Willow Creek were slick with a light morning mist, but inside, the warmth of the ovens offered a sugary sanctuary. "I heard he wasn't even planning on staying in town for the festival." "Don't believe everything you hear over a sourdough starter. He’s as local as the crooked willow by the creek." "Then why was his car parked behind the old mill at midnight?" "Perhaps he enjoys the view of the moonlight on the water. Or perhaps he’s just avoiding the gossip at the bakery." "Is that why you're hiding behind those éclairs, Clara?" "I’m not hiding. I’m decorating. There is a distinct difference between professional focus and evasion." "The icing on that one looks a bit... frantic." "It’s a new technique. Very avant-garde. Now, are you going to order the lavender scones or are you just here to dissect the town's social life?" "Lavender sounds lovely. And maybe a large coffee. Black, like the mood of your latest batch of rye." "Eat your pastry and hush."