Breakfast Fare Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The smell of coffee, eggs, hits me making my stomach grumble. “Do you need anything else, ma’am?” she asks softly, hands folded in front of her. I glance at the door, then back at the breakfast. “No, thank you. This would do,” my resposne is curt, my lips spreading into a smile. Breakfast passes in a blur, scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and warm oatmeal sprinkled with cinnamon. And somehow, I managed to finish every crumb, down to the last. Guess hunger really doesn’t care if you’ve been railed into another dimension.

She found a restaurant names L’Osteria del’Peccatori, that served Italian breakfast in the morning. In 5 minutes, the Uber came and dropped her off to the restaurant in 10 minutes. She ordered Frittata, an omelette made with bacon, egg, cheese, and vegetables. She also ordered some Focaccia bread with softened butter and a Cappucino. She could not speak Italian so she had to tell the waiter what she wanted by pointing it on the menu. When she was doing this, she thought of Bennett and how fluently he spoke Italian and smiled.

She looked so serious trying to figure out what to eat, Reyna had to laugh. “What?” “There is a lot of option!” Grace threw her hands in the air as she spoke. “I know!” “Let’s get the Croissants, they filings are always delicious. The filing today is scrambled egg with Salmon and Chives.” Reyna liked the sound of that and agreed, they got breakfast to go as they were both in a hurry. They left the cafeteria and walked over to the lift, only to bump into the guy Reyna had met on her first day, Diego. “Hi, nice seeing you again”, he said with a big smile on his face.

Thinking that the breakfast she had ordered had arrived, she immediately jumped out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and rushed to the door. When she opened the door, indeed, a waiter had delivered the food. "Good morning, miss. Here's your breakfast." The waiter pushed the restaurant cart into the room, took the dishes from the cart, and placed them on the table beside her. He then picked up a paper plate placed on the dining table and said, "Wishing you a pleasant meal." Clarice looked at the large photo of Nicholas on the front page of the morning paper, and the content was about L’empire and Gebaude cooperating to buy Metha Tourism. Her eyes suddenly turned, and she looked at the waiter