#2: Brilliant Breakfast.

Marching down the three flights of stairs, Drake paused to inspect his 6’5”, 125 kilogram frame in the full length mirror on the second staircase. 
Not a solitary, chocolate-brown hair was out of place.
His butler was already waiting for him in the dining room.
“Good morning, Master Drake,” said the manservant cordially. “I trust you slept

well sir?”
“Just fine thank-you Nickelby,” replied Drake.

The butler whipped off the lid of the serving tray, revealing the still piping hot eggs benedict, French toast, crispy bacon rashers and a tall glass of iced tea. As Drake sat down, the aroma of his breakfast hit his nostrils.

“Ah, brilliant as always, Nickelby,” he said.
“Thank-you sir,” replied the butler, before adding “Also, there is a woman waiting for you outside, by the pool.”
“Drat. I was looking forward to having my breakfast before it got cold. Still, it’s not polite to make a lady wait. Could you keep it warm for me?”
“Of course, sir,” said Nickelby.