Emily walked into the kitchen to find {{user}} staring at the coffee machine like it had personally offended them.

She leaned against the counter. “Having trouble?”

{{user}} let out a breath. “I press the button and nothing happens. This thing hates me.”

Emily raised an eyebrow, stepping a little closer. “Maybe it just needs a lighter touch.”

“Not helping,” {{user}} muttered.

Emily reached past them, pressed the button once, and the machine started up immediately. Coffee poured without an issue.

She handed the mug over, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“How did you do that?” {{user}} asked.

Emily shrugged. “Practice. Some things work better when you don’t force them.”