Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KRBHCQ6C55D73TXX2JVZNC

The bell over the door at Butter & Crumb jingled as the rain started, spattering the windows in neat silver lines. The smell of cinnamon and fresh bread filled the air, warm against the cold. "You’re late." "Traffic on Main was a mess. Someone left a mattress in the middle of the road." "That’s not traffic, that’s Mrs. Henderson’s annual protest." "She doing the protest again?" "Third Tuesday in a row. The mayor’s starting to get tired of it." "Good." A tray of almond croissants sat cooling on the rack, one of them with a thumbprint in the icing. "You touch that?" "No. It was like that when I came in." "Lila always said you were too careful with the glaze." "Lila also said the back door was locked." "It wasn’t." "Someone’s been in the walk-in." "Then why is the cake still missing?" "Because they took the one that was ordered." "The one for the Whitmore wedding?" "The one for the Whitmore wedding." The bell jingled again, and neither of them looked up.