"Ms. Thompson, here you are."
Erick respectfully handed the paper and pen from the window on the door. "What else do you need, just tell me. We will try to satisfy all your requirements."
This was good news. Savanna had planned to trick Erick to get some information, but now she could ask him directly.
"Come in. I have something to ask you."
When Erick heard this, he carefully opened the door and entered. He was very vigilant. "What do you want to ask?"
"Why are you so nervous? I just want you to buy a cake for me. I haven't eaten cake for a long time. I really want to eat it."
Erick was obviously relieved. "You want to eat cake? No problem."
"The cake I want is special. They are sold in a private restaurant in Oklahoma City. That restaurant only sells a hundred cakes a day."
Erick felt it difficult to finish. "Ms. Thompson, this is a little too troublesome. Can you..."