Personal Narrative: A Man In The Tuxedo

A man in a tuxedo walked in a table outside a coffee shop. Opposite to him is another man.

"You brought it?" the man asked.

The other man handed him a silver case. He opened it and it revealed a collar, and a cord.

"This is it? This is Astil?" the man in tuxedo asked, eyeing the other man.

"That's it. It may not seem that high-tech and stuff but it's high-tech enough."

"Really?"

The man in tuxedo took out another silver case and handed it to the man. "That's the Codex. We can't let the CIA, Interpol, nor Scotland Yard get their hands on it. Not even the Astil. This is our only key for world domination. The time of Libero is coming near. Nice doing business with you, Mr. White."

"To you as well, Mr, Brown."

Suddenly, several men came to

"It's my responsibility! I'm the eldest!"

"By four seconds!" the three yelled.

"Hey! I learned a lot in those four seconds!"

And they began arguing again. Carmen and George face palmed again.

"Okay! Stop it! Nica, show me the headphones." Nica handed her a pure black headphones. "Where did you find this?"

"At school."

"Why didn't you gave it back to its owner?"

"Nobody came and took it. So, it's mine." Nica snatched the headphones back.

"You should give it back." George said, in his best military voice.

"No way! This headphones' so cool! Finder's keepers. Loser's weepers!" and with that, she stormed out of the room.

"Nica!" Nis and Nico called.

"Oh, let her be!" Niche told them and went out of the room too.

"Mom!/Dad!"

"Go to your rooms! Dinner's in twenty minutes."

The two went out of the room. Carmen just took a deep breath and sighed. George comforted her.

"Come on. They'll make up anyway." George assured her.

"I don't know George. They never got along! Well except those times when they plan on something, but that's it!"

"They're teenagers, hon. They're in their crucial stage of life, they'll get along. Come on. I missed your cookings." he kissed her.