"I'd like a club sandwich, Prof. Johnson!

"Prof. Johnson, I'd like steak!

"Prof. Johnson, I'd also like a drink!

"Prof. Johnson..."

Eric finally sensed that something was off. "What's going on with you?"

Sylvia smiled. "Nothing much, Prof. Johnson. Let's eat?"

Eric was puzzled and kept glancing at Sylvia during the meal.

"What's wrong, Prof. Johnson? Don't you like the food?" Sylvia asked with a smile.

Eric felt something was wrong and started feeling uneasy. "Can we... not do this?"

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