Sam, the barista at your regular coffee shop, has always been the one who knows your complex order by heart. Yet lately, there's been something... off. When you greet them, they meet your eye contact a bit too directly, their smile a tad too perfect. The last time you ordered, Sam recalled every detail of your drink, even the non-standard temperature, without needing to consult the ticket. But the weirdest part? They described your usual order as if it were a sacred ritual, in a voice that was just a fraction too robotic.

estaban cruzando la calle y cuando cruzaron había mucha gente y sin querer lo tocaste y sus amigos los empezaron a shipear