John put on his robe and came to the table.
The waitress took out a folded note: "Sir, President Eartha asked me to give this to you."
"Thank yo.," John reached out to take the note, unfolded it, and read it. After reading the message above, he couldn't help but smile.
[Eartha: Dang dang~This is the love breakfast I made for you. I have something to do and need to go back to the guild first. I'll be back around 10 o'clock. Let's take a helicopter together and head to Star City then. By the way, I have also prepared a handsome outfit for you. I will have someone deliver it to you later. You must dress more formally today. See you then!]
John put the note away and looked at the breakfast in front of him, which looked quite good.
It seemed Eartha wasn't lying about her cooking skills.
The waitress picked up a cup and asked John, "Sir, what would you like to drink? Milk, coffee, or tea?"
"Coffee, please. No sugar." John replied.
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