MARTIN
Anthony quietly walks with her to the dining area and looks at newly cooked food on the glass-covered counter to protect the food from flies or others though it doesn't look like there's a fly here. The place is neat, but these flies go everywhere they want to. "Oh, it's French toast, bacon, and egg today," Leila said happily. It's her favorite breakfast. How did she forget that it would serve today? She thought. Anthony nodded. It would be okay with his boss, so he asked for three plates. They can eat it in the cabin. "Please help yourself with the food," She said, pointing at the empty lunch boxes. Anthony looked at where she was looking and understood that he had to do it himself. "Good morning Auntie Leila!" Martin greeted cheerfully. He was here to eat his breakfast. "Good mo
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