Bagel Nook Princeton Novels & Stories

Noah Noah was grinning widely like a Cheshire cat when he walked out of the elevator, his hand clasping firmly over Haru’s who was beside him. “I heard they have nice food here,” he said as they headed toward the entrance of the restaurant located on the fifth floor of The Princeton Hotel and Resort. “You’ll like it.” “Ugh! I’m so hungry, I can eat anything,” Haru said.

I looked up to see Xavier sitting down. “I got us the perfect disguise,” he pushed one of the paper bags to me. I tucked the lid open with a finger and the smell of freshly made bagel filled my nostrils. I snickered. “Bagel, by 1am?” I blinked at him. “It’s what they’ve got,” he protested, taking a huge bite of his bagel and lifting his cup of coffee. I shook my head slowly, my gaze going back to the door. “But the coffee works,” he said with food in his mouth. “To stay agile.”

Rhychard massaged his bicep as he waited in line at Common Grounds for his first cup of coffee of the morning, black, extra caffeinated, and hot enough to scorch the top of his mouth on the first sip. He hadn't realized he had been out of his Eight O'Clock Bean until he went to make some that morning and only then remembered he had used the last of it the morning prior. He hadn't been all that worried about it because he expected to have money that afternoon for essential things, like food. Of course, that was before Trace acted like Mr. Benevolent without asking him first. It didn't really matter, however, since Rhychard was out of anything resembling breakfast food, as well, and would need

He waved again and was out of sight. She arrived about half an hour early the next morning having procured coffee and pastries from a bakery a few blocks from the office. There were bagels in five varieties, danishes, and coffee cakes, in addition to espresso and dark roast with hazelnut creamer. She was arranging pastries on plastic platters when Michael entered the conference room. "Morning, Mags." "Hi Michael," she smiled genuinely, handing him the cup she'd just poured. "Have some coffee. This is from Two Little Red Hens on 2nd. Tell me this doesn't beat the shit…crap…out of Starbucks."

I fidgeted slightly, shifting my weight from one foot to another. “Um…that isn’t necessary,” I stated as I slowly continued to the counter. “Princess Jilliannah. What can I get for you?” The girl behind the register asked. I studied the menu for a moment. “Your blueberry bagels, are they good?” “They’re very good, Your Highness. They’re my favorite.” She responded. “Alright, then…” I looked at her name tag. “Brittney. I’ll take two blueberry bagels and an iced caramel latte.”

Berrick looked at Jenna's comical change, hooked his lips in a smile, and gave Carlos a wink. Carlos immediately stepped forward and told Jenna, "Murray's Bagels' Bagels with Various Toppings, Katz's Delicatessen's Pastrami Sandwich, Clinton Street Baking Company's Blueberry Pancakes, Blue Bottle Coffee's Style Iced Coffee, keep it simple today, that's it! " "Uh..." Jenna's eyes widened as she listened. "Thanks a lot!" Berrick gave her a smirking look and turned to leave. Several bodyguards followed close behind.

I thanked him. “It's from the best store in town. One taste of it, and you'll never want to leave here.” I smiled. “I'll definitely give it a try.” I planned on leaving it for later, but the way he watched me showed he wanted to see my original reaction to the bagels. I opened the bag, and was met with the welcoming aroma of the food. “Is this from the restaurant where we met?” I asked, bringing one out. I noticed there were donuts too. Lovely.

If the ancient god in question was really annoyed. I shift my focus to trying to inch my bagel out of the bag one handed since there’s no place to set my coffee down. It takes about fifteen seconds of inefficient paper rustling for the Nathan's patience to snap. He grabs my coffee from me. “Just eat the damn thing.” I don’t say thank you, because it’shim,but I don’t argue either. I scarf the bagel down, sighing happily as the melted butter and rich nutty taste fills my mouth.

“How about some blueberry bagels for right now, and I’ll order us some Chinese.” “I’m game for that.” Heather walked in from the front of the store, having just waited on a customer. I went out front and pulled some bagels from the case. I put some cream cheese on them and brought them back as a snack for the others. We all gathered in the corner of the kitchen next to the hand washing sink for the bagels. As I was halfway through my bagel, my phone rang. I didn’t know the number, but I answered it anyway. “Hello?”

I nodded "Thanks for the bagels, Julio. Is this place yours?" "Mine and my wife's. Well enjoy, Eleanor." he replied before moving to greet other visitors. My hand opens the paper bagel cover, the smell of smoked salmon and spices wafting through the air makes my stomach grow hungry, I haven't eaten since arriving in Manhattan yesterday afternoon. I finished my bagel while looking out the window, my eyes caught the SUV from earlier. The SUV stopped at an office building not far from this bagel restaurant.