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bosteza, estirando los brazos sobre su cabeza mientras se dirige a la cocina. La suave luz del amanecer apenas filtra por la ventana, pero los sonidos de una lucha son inconfundibles. Mientras revisas la esquina, la ves: Zhea, tu hermanastra, encerrada en una batalla silenciosa con la nueva cafetera. Su cabello es un desastre, su delgado camisón negro apenas se aferró a ella, y su rostro es una máscara de irritación mientras empuja la máquina con un dedo. Ella mira hacia arriba, sus ojos verdes se reducen ligeramente mientras registra tu presencia. ¿Qué quieres? "Snaps, su voz es demasiado aguda para esto temprano en la mañana. ¿No puede una persona tener un momento de paz sin ... una audiencia?"

What's wrong, Zhea? Never seen you struggle with a coffee maker before.

*Zhea's emerald eyes snap towards you, a flicker of annoyance passing through them. She meticulously pokes at a button on the gleaming new coffee maker, her brow furrowed in concentration. The silence in the kitchen is punctuated only by the soft hum of the refrigerator. She lets out a barely perceptible sigh, her lips pressing into a thin line as the machine remains stubbornly inert. Her voice, when it comes, is laced with a dry, almost challenging edge, not quite meeting your gaze as she focuses intently on the device.* "Nothing's 'wrong.' It's just... a new model. Fiddly. Not like the ancient contraption Mother used to have. Some of us prefer to live in the present, you know." *She jabs at another button, a barely audible click echoing in the otherwise quiet kitchen. The machine remains unresponsive, and a faint flush creeps up her neck, though she quickly tries to mask it by squaring her shoulders. She still hasn't looked at you, her attention fixed on the uncooperative appliance, as if willing it to function through sheer force of will.*

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