Wa-bagel By Aburi Novels & Stories

I was about to start a new blank canvas when something caught my eye. “OhmyGod.” It was a baguette bag design, almost a clutch, except for the handle. Every detail was spectacular, classy, and timeless. The pattern was almost middle eastern. It was just amazing. A barbie pink. The handle was synthetic leather. The buckle was my initials. How did he manage to put all those details in a short time? I was in awe. “Wow. That’s a damn good design. I didn’t know you’re also interested in bags.”

On my way home, since the studio was just like two blocks away from my apartment, I thought it’d be nice for me to feel the morning sun against my skin. So rather than take a cab, I strolled down using the sidewalks. My eyes fell on a pastry shop at the corner of the street, with trays of bagels visible through the glass window made me swallow as I got closer. I was sure they’d be hot, steaming and all the tasty stuff going on there. Yum. Entering the shop, I ordered a pack. “20 dollars, ma’am.” The lady behind the counter said, and I frowned, opening my wallet.

People could be dicks. “Burgers. Bread. Buns. Bratwurst. Do I need to go on? Ooh, bon-bons, berries, butter, baklava, banana bread. That’s a double B. Yum. Oh, and we can’t forget bagels.” Saber shook his head. “You can’t eat Baked Alaska for dinner.” “Why not? It’s the best thing on this menu. Whoever owns this place might want to revisit their options.”

with yet another unsuitable guy, and then disappears to make tea. I make my way into the kitchen and find Andreas pulling fresh loaves from the oven. The smell is heavenly, but my stomach rolls at the thought of eating. Andreas gives me a warm smile in greeting, but it is clear he is busy, so I wander back to the front of the shop and help Bea set up. We are just about ready to open when Bea spots my plate of muffins. “Hmm, where did those come from?” “Oh, I made them this morning for you and Andreas for breakfast. I was trying a couple of new recipes.” Bea pulls off a chunk of lemon and poppy seed and pops it in her mouth. Her groan of pleasure makes me smile. “Is it okay?” I ask, always n

I continued my steps along the long row of shops that lined the road. Ten minutes later I found it, a little blue restaurant that sells bagels. Exactly as Lana's description. This place doesn't even have a name. I stepped inside and read the row of menus on display after which I ordered Avocado Salmon and coffee. A few minutes later a man brought me a salmon bagel and my coffee. He placed them on my table with a smile. I thanked him while smiling back. It's little things like this that I like more about visiting a small shop or restaurant than a fancy restaurant.

This interview was too important to mess up. Abeni stepped out of her uber and took a deep breath as she looked up at the Haven Bakery sign. The building was painted a warm, buttery yellow and had large windows that showcased the various baked goods inside. She smoothed down her black trousers and adjusted her white blouse before walking confidently into the bakery. The smell of fresh bread and pastries filled her nose, making her stomach growl. The bakery was bustling with activity as employees worked quickly to fill orders and serve customers. A young woman with blonde curls and a bright smile approached Abeni at the counter. "Welcome to Haven Bakery! My name is Emily. I'm the assistant ma

she cheered, before tightening her grip on Moza’s hand. As they headed back to the car, Moza observed Rezon from the corner of her eye. He shared many traits with Dastan—both were icy to the world but had a soft spot for Abigail. "Uncle Rezon, I want to go to Golden Crisp & Burger," Abigail pleaded once they were settled in the car. "Junk food is not good for your health, Abi." "But all my friends eat there! I want a burger, just this once!" Abigail whined, refusing to back down.

I say quietly and my mother nods lightly, leaving us alone in the kitchen. "Thank you," Abbigail mutters quietly and continues with her breakfast. "You're welcome," I say softly as I sit next to her with my toasted blueberry bagel and side of scrambled eggs. "Mmm, what are you eating? It smells good," she says softly. "A toasted blueberry bagel with scrambled eggs," I say softly and hold my bagel to her mouth. "Here, take a bite." She takes a bite and moans with delight. "This is good," she says with a smile.

"There was only one barbecue stall nearby, but the food there was incredibly delicious. They not only had grilled skewers, fried rice noodles, fried rice, but also..." Makenna, feeling delighted, suddenly realized something and quickly changed the topic, "No, let's go somewhere else..." "Just that." "Ah?" Makenna always felt that the environment there did not match Ms. Abigail's identity. But Abigail picked up the bag that Ronan had prepared for her and said, "Let's go." "Ms. Abigail, what is in this bag of yours?" Makenna had never seen her with such a cute bag before, shaped like an adorable little bunny.

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.”