Night.
God Creation Group, Restaurant.
"Reid, the food can be delivered.
Be careful with the plating this time. Last time you got me yelled at because you placed the bread on the flowers."
The restaurant supervisor scolded an elderly man in his fifties.
Reid jogged over, smirking:
"Haha, last time was just a mishap. Trust me, I'll be more careful with the plating than when I'm caressing a girl."
The restaurant supervisor shook his head and headed towards the kitchen.
Reid neatly placed the croissants and cakes, as well as the coffee and milk, onto various food trays, then placed the trays onto the food cart.
He pushed the food cart to the restaurant entrance, looked around cautiously, walked to the corner of the door, and pushed out a wheeled trash bin.
Reid pushed the food cart with one hand and the trash bin with the other.
