Lunch Date

“No! No! On the left!”

“Use the sniper!”

“I said left!”

“No! Now we’re dead! It’s game over! We lost the game!”

“How could the great-genius Stefano lose a simple game?!”

“What simple?! It’s hard and also stupid! What kind of person would be alive even after five shots of bullet? Is that dude immortal?”

“It’s a game character! It’s fictional! What kind of boring life did you live that you don’t even know how game logic works?!”

I just shook my head and sighed as I listen to the childish fight of my brothers. It’s been three weeks and I’m now having the last fit for my wedding gown, and I don’t know why those boys came with me and mom for the fit check. They’re so noisy like a child.

“I can’t believe the famous Harris brothers are this playful,” said by the gown designer who’s helping me dress-up.

“Yeah, I’m like taking care of three toddlers at this point.”

“You’re all set! Wow, the gown looks to pretty on you! Of course, you’re the great Savannah Harris after all.”

“It’s goo