Bagel Nook Princeton Novels & Stories

Mandla enquired on an interrogation of a suspect. Levi Bakal walked into the café. Grand fucking Central Station today. The turd beetle made a beeline for Abby and Max gave his team the heads-up. *** Somebody upstairs must have a grand sense of humor, Abby thought as the tiny man started in on her. “The bakery across the road makes the best bagels. Have you tried them? I’m waiting for a fresh batch to come out the oven.” “Hello, Levi, no, I have not.” “I was killing time when I saw you walk in. I’m so glad I spotted you. Thank you for sending all the artwork. The logos are wonderful, but still not what I need. The excuse that you’re leaving town for an extended vacation is unacceptable.”

I had all the time in the world to wait for him. Yeah, we do,” he said, pausing as if considering it, then nodding firmly. “Milky doughnuts, bagels, croissants, breads – cake breads, banana breads, chocolate bread… Aren’t you gonna answer your phone?” he asked, trying to hide his irritation at the ringing. B wouldn’t stop calling, and it was constituting a nuisance, so I switched off my phone. “Sorry about that,” I said as I took the phone and stood up from the stool. “I will go for the milky doughnuts. Two please.”

“So, you left early again today. I was going to ask if you ate anything, but I see you stopped and picked up something. You know mom is getting worried. You have skipped breakfast the last two mornings and you have eaten little for supper too.” She motions with her chin towards my bagel as she sits down in front of my desk. “So, do you have another one of those? By chance, do you have strawberry cream cheese on that?” While I chew my food, I smile and nod. I lean towards the end of my desk where a bag is sitting. My smile widens as I reach in and pull out the strawberry cream cheese container. I set it down on the desk in front of me. “Yes, I do. There are several different kinds of

So I reverted back to my usual smarminess to deal with it, hiding all the fluttering nerves that quivered through my dazed system. “To really seal the deal with me, however,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest and lifting one eyebrow, “you’re going to have to feed me because now I’m starving.” Hayden chuckled and reached out his arm to snag the to-go bag off the nightstand. “In that case, I have bagels.” “Bagels?” I wrinkled my nose, hoping for something full of a hell of a lot more sugar and sweetness to combat these jittery emotions. Like donuts maybe.

Noah stepped off, his legs feeling like jelly. "I need a bed. Now," he muttered to himself, trying to gather the shreds of his sanity. He walked along the rotting wooden sidewalk, passing rows of old shops with paint peeling from age. His eyes settled on a twostory building; the ground floor was a tiny bakery called The Daily Crust. The aroma of yeast and browned butter slightly calmed his growling stomach. In the window, there was a handwritten yellow sign: Room for Rent. Cheap. No Questions Asked.

I woke up early and did my morning run at Runyon Canyon. After an hour, I headed to Hollywood downtown to have my breakfast at The Bagel’s Coffee house- my favorite coffee shop in LA. Aside from having a tasteful bagel, they're also making a pure organic coffee that could satisfy my cravings at a very low cost. I used to spend my time at the place after my exercise. “Davis' Construction Group of Companies signed a contract with the US Engineering Department for a billion-dollar Subway Project” written on the front page of a newspaper.

Me: I can’t wait either. Jenny and I finally decided we needed food and coffee but we couldn’t even force ourselves to make anything. I suddenly wished Alan was here so he could feed us the way he did Emily and I before school started. The coffee shop down the street sold these huge delicious bagel sandwiches that sounded heavenly. So Jenny and I decided to order from there .. because they delivered. And going somewhere right now was out of the question. A second later I was on the phone with the guy placing my order.

yeah she had a rough night. ‘Well you're in for a treat', Jacob smiled, ‘The coffee shop right across are having a party so I got us free coffee and a cream cheese bagel to go with it. Ophelia mentioned you've been eating bagels a lot'. Kathleen's cheese rose with color of embarrassment as it was the pure truth—she'd been eating bagels a lot for lunch as it was the only thing she could get, by that she meant the free box of bagels she in a dumpster near a Costco supermarket. It wasn't expired and unopened too which felt like a gift from her fair godmother wherever she was, and with the half cup of cream cheese in her pantry....she was able to squeeze out lunch and for three days.

Christian walked over, holding a plain brown paper bag. “It’s not diamonds,” Alexander warned as I took the bag. “Before you get excited.” I opened it. Inside was a toasted bagel with cream cheese and lox from the deli near our apartment. The one I loved. The one I hadn’t had time to visit in weeks. My stomach growled audibly. Alexander chuckled. “I figured you skipped breakfast.” “I love you,” I groaned, inhaling the scent of the bagel. Alexander went still. The words hung in the air between us.

Their gaze broke when Noah cleared his throat as loudly as he could. “I will have the classic New York bagel with cream cheese and lox,” Noah ordered, sizing the waiter up. “Alright,” The waiter took note of their orders on his tab. “What drinks would you like with that?” “Brooklyn-brewed latte,” Isla went first, her voice low and steady. “I see you're have made your research,” the waiter teased, scribbling on his tab, a smile tugged at his lips.