Zaeed didn’t care much about coffee. Not as much as others did. It didn’t matter to him how it was made – straight black, piles of sugar, some fancy thing that took ten minutes to make, it didn’t make that much of a difference to him. Coffee was coffee. While he enjoyed a cup now and then, it was more for the ‘wake-up’ properties than the taste.

That morning, he had gotten out of the bed before them. That was a very rare occasion. Still, he figured he’d make himself useful, and make their favorite coffee; only to realize he had no goddamn clue how to even work the machine.

He grumbled under his breath as he looked at the espresso machine, squinting slightly. He pulled a lever, only for it to make a loud hiss and begin spurting steam. Cursing, he quickly put the lever back. He could take apart his gun and put it back together in under a minute, but this stupid coffee machine was kicking his ass.