Luke's smile grew wider by the second. "I can't believe fate has such a funny nature. I'll get to fight Bernard and teach that arrogant brick a proper lesson, hehehe!"
"Here," Elena said, cutting through Luke's laughter. She moved toward the central table and threw a bundle of items down. "We found what you asked for, but they didn't have the right colours in stock. So, I freely added my own touch so they'll look similar to what you wanted."
John, Cissel, and Ricky gathered around the table to examine what the two had brought back. As the fabric and plastic were unveiled, Cissel gasped softly.
"Wow, Elena! They look perfect!" She reached out, picking up one of the items and inspecting it with sparkling eyes, her fingers tracing the customised finish.
"This one is mine," Ricky said, his voice decisive. He picked one that appealed to his taste.
