SARAH (30s): Frazzled, running late, utterly dependent on caffeine.
MARK (30s): Calm, methodical, a self-proclaimed coffee connoisseur.
Setting:
A minimalist modern kitchen. A high-end espresso machine sits prominently on the counter.
(The scene opens with SARAH frantically searching a kitchen drawer, throwing utensils around.)
SARAH
(Muttering to herself)
Where is it? Where is it? The day hasn't even started, and it's already over.
(MARK enters, holding a single, perfectly ripe avocado.)
MARK
Morning, Sarah. Looking for something?
SARAH
The French press lid! It’s gone! Vanished! I swear it was here last night. The world is conspiring against my productivity.
MARK
Did you check the sink?
SARAH
(Scoffs, checks the sink)
Yes, Mark, I checked the sink. It's not in the sink. It's not in the dishwasher. It's simply not.
MARK
(He sets the avocado down and walks calmly to the espresso machine.)
You seem stressed. Perhaps a properly extracted, single-origin espresso would help?
SARAH
(She throws a whisk down in frustration.)
I don't have time for a properly extracted anything! I have a 9 AM meeting, and I can't function without my standard liter of darkly roasted, highly caffeinated sludge!
MARK
Your words wound me. "Sludge." This is art.
(He expertly grinds some beans and tamps them.)
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