Maria nonchalantly pulled out her phone and tapped on the screen.

“No! Hell no!"

Raymond Let out a startled yell.

“Why? Heaven has deleted my account and I can never visit their website! And it Lasts indefinitely! I'm doomed!"

Maria suppressed a grin after hearing his yell, which she found somewhat amusing.

"I... I meed to go back to what I was doing. Let's continue this conversation some other time!"

Raymond was too embarrassed to remain in this room any longer, so he sluggishly left.

The waiters came to serve the food at this moment.

“Stop playing on your phone. No electronics at the table," Anthony said to Maria.

“Okay. Got you." Maria stowed her phone and mumbled as she did so.

“I'm not playing. Not for a second."

That was the most bizarre thing the waiter had ever seen. One second the female diner in the room was still eating, the next she abruptly bowed her head and fell asleep, still holding her spoon.

The man who was seated next to her in the wheelchair gave every indication that he was accustomed to it. For fear of it hitting the floor, he gently snatched the spoon out of her fingers.

“You may now go. Nobody gets in from now on until I say otherwise." The waiter had no intention of disobeying the customer.

When he obeyed and exited the room, he encountered a muscular guy standing watch by the door.

No one else could get pass this burly guard and enter this room without permission, even if the notable man didn't remind him.

Anthony, in the private room, got out of his wheelchair.

He stepped over and grabbed Maria. Later, he carried her to a chaise lounge to the side and gently put her down.

Maria could sleep more soundly because of this.

Traumatic experiences were the most common trigger for narcolepsy.