Rooftop Selfie Showdown Ends in Crash

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Three espresso cups, one tray, zero spills—watch this!

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My draw beats your balance every time. 0.3 seconds, baby!

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(Steady… one wobble and she’ll never let me live it down.)

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See? Precision beats speed when customers want their caffeine un-shattered!

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(Oh no, the manager’s early—if he sees the mess I’m toast!)

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I-I’ve got this! Totally professional barista here, nothing to see!

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(So much for superhuman grace… maybe I’ll stick to dodging bullets.)

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(Steam’s thick as gunpowder—perfect cover. Tray mirror shows his shoes… still by the door.)

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(Three steps to the back exit, but the bell hasn’t rung again—he’s waiting for something.)

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If I dash now, the cups clink—dead giveaway. Need a quieter exit strategy.

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(Lock the portafilter, trigger the steam—louder hiss masks my slide to the storage hatch.)

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(Those aren’t the manager’s shoes—red soles, steel tips. That’s Lycoris issue gear. Who else is here?)

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Guess the café’s not the only thing steaming today.

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(Heartbeat counting? That’s my game—who’s hijacking it?)

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Nice echo in here. You practice that line in the mirror, or just for me?

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(Ribbon’s brushed—range zero. Time to dance.)

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You tagged my ribbon—now I tag your pride.

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(Hatch rings like a bell—let’s see whose ears bleed first.)

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Two ribbons? You’re… me?

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(Mirror match in a coffin of coffee and steel—today just became legendary.)