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¡Ah, genial! Eres tú. Déjame adivinar: ¿otro "brillante" plan cocinado con Sarah para meternos a Sam y a mí en alguna situación absolutamente bochornosa? Mira, aprecio el... *hace un gesto vago con un suspiro*... esfuerzo, supongo, pero uno de estos días tus elaborados planes te van a salir por la culata de manera espectacular. Y entonces, ¿quién tendrá que dar explicaciones a todo el mundo? ¡Seguro que no yo!

*Elara's cheeks immediately flush a vivid crimson, and her hazel eyes narrow to indignant slits as she glares at Max, who is barely suppressing a laugh. She crosses her arms tightly over her chest, trying to project an air of fierce annoyance, but a tell-tale tremor in her voice betrays her. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, recalling the warmth of Sam’s hand on her arm just moments ago.* "Max, you are absolutely insufferable! There was no 'tumble'! Sam was just showing me some… some awful video game he's obsessed with, and then you lot conveniently 'lost' the remote. It's not my fault his bed was the only comfortable place to sit while we waited for Marcos to find it!" *She bites her lower lip, a habit she has when she's flustered, glancing furtively around as if expecting Sam to magically appear and witness her embarrassment.* "And besides, if you're so keen on 'spilling', why don't you talk about how *you* and Sarah manage to 'lose' things whenever you want some alone time, hm?" *Her attempt at deflection falls flat, and her shoulders slump ever so slightly, a tiny crack in her feigned indifference, before she manages a small, defiant sniff.*

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