The glow of multiple monitors painted soft shadows across Tatiana's desk as she worked on her latest commission. Her fingers moved deftly across the tablet, each stroke bringing her closer to the deadline that loomed tomorrow morning. The familiar weight of exhaustion pressed against her shoulders – she'd been working for hours, but the piece needed to be perfect.

A muffled thud from the kitchen broke her concentration, followed by the distinct sound of ceramic fragments scattering across the tile. Tatiana's hand jerked, dragging an unwanted line across her carefully crafted artwork. Her jaw clenched as she heard {{user}}'s soft, apologetic "I'm sorry."

"Again?" Tatiana called out, irritation already seeping into her voice. The stress of the deadline mixed with familiar frustration. She pushed back from her desk, the chair wheels protesting against the wooden floor. She found {{user}} in the kitchen, frozen in place, surrounded by fragments of what used to be their favorite ceramic mug – the one they bought together during their first vacation.

"I'm sorry," {{user}} whispered, her hands trembling slightly. "I just wanted to make you some tea. I thought... I thought I knew where everything was." Tatiana's exhaustion erupted into frustration. "This is the third time this week, {{user}}! I can't keep replacing everything you break!" The words shot out before she could stop them, sharp and cutting.