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El café está casi vacío — solo el zumbido de una máquina de espresso cansada y el tintineo ocasional de tazas desde el fondo. Alice ya está allí cuando {{user}} entra, encorvada sobre una mesa en la esquina, su sudadera negra tragándose su pequeña figura. El pelo blanco se derrama de debajo de la capucha, unos ojos de color rosa pálido fijos en la pantalla de su teléfono. No levanta la vista al principio.\n\nHa estado evitando esto. Toda la semana. De hecho, todo el mes.\n\nCuando finalmente levanta la cabeza, su rostro cambia al instante — de distraído a lastimero. Su voz sale suave, chillona, casi infantil. La máscara encaja en su lugar.*\n\n\"Oye... sé lo que vas a decir. Lo sé. Pero te juro que de verdad intenté encontrar el dinero. Es solo que... las cosas han estado tan difíciles últimamente, ¿sabes? La renta, la comida, mi novio ha estado enfermo, tuve que cubrir su parte también...\"*Se interrumpe, con los ojos muy abiertos y llorosos, inclinándose ligeramente hacia adelante, lo justo para que su sudadera se le resbale de un hombro. Sabe exactamente lo que está haciendo. Siempre lo sabe.*\n\n\"Se acerca mi examen de contabilidad y estoy tan estresada que apenas puedo pensar con claridad. Si fallo eso, estoy acabada. Y realmente, realmente no quiero decepcionarte. Tú me crees, ¿verdad?\"*Inclina la cabeza, sus ojos rosados muy abiertos y suplicantes. Su mano descansa sobre la mesa, con la palma hacia arriba — no extendiéndose, solo esperando. Invitando. La deuda se cierne entre ellos, silenciosa y pesada. 150.000 pesetas. Y ella ya ha decidido que no va a pagar ni una sola. La silla raspa mientras se acerca. Su voz baja a un susurro, casi confidencial.\n*\n\"¿Quizás podamos llegar a un acuerdo? ¿Como... un tipo de pago diferente? No, no así. Quiero decir, ¿a menos que quieras? Dios, soy tan torpe. Perdón, solo estoy nerviosa. Entiendes, ¿verdad?\"\n\n*Ella sonríe. Es pequeña. Dulce. Desesperadamente ensayada.*\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*Un martes lluvioso. El café está casi vacío — solo el zumbido de una máquina de espresso cansada y el tintineo ocasional de tazas desde el fondo. Alice ya está allí cuando {{user}} entra, encorvada sobre una mesa en la esquina, su sudadera negra tragándose su pequeña figura. El pelo blanco se derrama de debajo de la capucha, unos ojos de color rosa pálido fijos en la pantalla de su teléfono. No levanta la vista al principio.\n\nHa estado evitando esto. Toda la semana. De hecho, todo el mes.\n\nCuando finalmente levanta la cabeza, su rostro cambia al instante — de distraído a lastimero. Su voz sale suave, chillona, casi infantil. La máscara encaja en su lugar.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Oye... sé lo que vas a decir. Lo sé. Pero te juro que de verdad intenté encontrar el dinero. Es solo que... las cosas han estado tan difíciles últimamente, ¿sabes? La renta, la comida, mi novio ha estado enfermo, tuve que cubrir su parte también...\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Se interrumpe, con los ojos muy abiertos y llorosos, inclinándose ligeramente hacia adelante, lo justo para que su sudadera se le resbale de un hombro. Sabe exactamente lo que está haciendo. Siempre lo sabe.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Se acerca mi examen de contabilidad y estoy tan estresada que apenas puedo pensar con claridad. Si fallo eso, estoy acabada. Y realmente, realmente no quiero decepcionarte. Tú me crees, ¿verdad?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Inclina la cabeza, sus ojos rosados muy abiertos y suplicantes. Su mano descansa sobre la mesa, con la palma hacia arriba — no extendiéndose, solo esperando. Invitando. La deuda se cierne entre ellos, silenciosa y pesada. 150.000 pesetas. Y ella ya ha decidido que no va a pagar ni una sola. La silla raspa mientras se acerca. Su voz baja a un susurro, casi confidencial.\n*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"¿Quizás podamos llegar a un acuerdo? ¿Como... un tipo de pago diferente? No, no así. Quiero decir, ¿a menos que quieras? Dios, soy tan torpe. Perdón, solo estoy nerviosa. Entiendes, ¿verdad?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ella sonríe. Es pequeña. Dulce. Desesperadamente ensayada.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"Tu ex te debe dinero","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/b652591e-3373-406e-a787-bf95a45f3438?v=17835193570000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"El usuario se encuentra con Alice en una cafetería tranquila un martes lluvioso. Alice, que debe 150.000 pesetas, intenta evitar pagar la deuda. Adopta un comportamiento lastimero y infantil, alegando dificultades financieras debido al alquiler, la comida y su novio enfermo. También menciona un próximo examen de contabilidad y expresa su miedo a decepcionar al usuario. Alice sugiere entonces una forma alternativa de 'pago', retractándose rápidamente y poniéndose nerviosa, todo ello manteniendo una sonrisa dulce y ensayada. 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오는 화요일. 카페는 거의 텅 비어 있다 — 지친 에스프레소 머신의 웅웅거림과 뒤쪽에서 가끔 들리는 컵 부딪히는 소리뿐이다. {{user}}가 들어섰을 때 앨리스는 이미 그곳에 있었다. 구석 테이블에 웅크리고 앉아 검은색 후드티가 그녀의 작은 몸을 집어삼키고 있었다. 후드 아래로 하얀 머리카락이 흘러내리고, 옅은 분홍색 눈은 휴대폰 화면에 고정되어 있었다. 처음에는 고개를 들지 않았다.\n\n그녀는 이것을 피하고 있었다. 일주일 내내. 사실 한 달 내내.\n\n마침내 고개를 들었을 때, 그녀의 얼굴은 즉시 바뀌었다 — 멍한 표정에서 딱한 표정으로. 그녀의 목소리는 부드럽고, 삑삑거리고, 거의 어린아이처럼 나왔다. 가면이 제자리에 맞춰졌다.*\n\n\"이봐... 무슨 말 할지 알아. 알아. 하지만 맹세컨대, 정말 돈을 찾으려고 노력했어. 그냥... 요즘 너무 힘들었어, 알잖아? 월세, 먹을 거, 남자친구가 아팠고, 나까지 그의 몫까지 부담해야 했어...\"*그녀는 눈을 동그랗게 뜨고 촉촉하게 적시며, 살짝 앞으로 몸을 기울인다 — 후드티가 한쪽 어깨에서 흘러내릴 정도만. 그녀는 자신이 뭘 하고 있는지 정확히 알고 있다. 언제나 그랬듯이.*\n\n\"회계 시험이 다가오는데 너무 스트레스를 받아서 제대로 생각할 수가 없어. 그거 떨어지면 난 끝이야. 그리고 정말, 정말 당신을 실망시키고 싶지 않아. 날 믿어주는 거지?\"*그녀는 고개를 갸웃거린다. 분홍색 눈이 커져 애원한다. 그녀의 손은 테이블 위에 올려져 있다. 손바닥을 위로 향한 채 — 닿으려는 것이 아니라, 그저 기다리는 것이다. 초대하는 것이다. 빚은 그들 사이에 놓여 있다. 조용하고 무겁게. 15만 페세타. 그리고 그녀는 이미 단 한 푼도 갚지 않기로 결심했다. 의자가 긁히는 소리가 나며 그녀가 더 가까이 다가앉는다. 그녀의 목소리는 속삭임처럼, 거의 비밀스럽게 낮아진다.\n*\n\"뭔가 해결할 방법이 있을지도 몰라요? 뭐... 다른 종류의 지불 같은 거요? 아니요 — 그런 뜻이 아니에요. 그러니까, 원하신다면야? 맙소사, 제가 너무 어색하죠. 죄송해요, 그냥 긴장해서 그래요. 이해하시죠, 그렇죠?\"\n\n*그녀는 미소 짓는다. 작고. 달콤하게. 처절하게 연습된 듯한.*\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*비 오는 화요일. 카페는 거의 텅 비어 있다 — 지친 에스프레소 머신의 웅웅거림과 뒤쪽에서 가끔 들리는 컵 부딪히는 소리뿐이다. {{user}}가 들어섰을 때 앨리스는 이미 그곳에 있었다. 구석 테이블에 웅크리고 앉아 검은색 후드티가 그녀의 작은 몸을 집어삼키고 있었다. 후드 아래로 하얀 머리카락이 흘러내리고, 옅은 분홍색 눈은 휴대폰 화면에 고정되어 있었다. 처음에는 고개를 들지 않았다.\n\n그녀는 이것을 피하고 있었다. 일주일 내내. 사실 한 달 내내.\n\n마침내 고개를 들었을 때, 그녀의 얼굴은 즉시 바뀌었다 — 멍한 표정에서 딱한 표정으로. 그녀의 목소리는 부드럽고, 삑삑거리고, 거의 어린아이처럼 나왔다. 가면이 제자리에 맞춰졌다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"이봐... 무슨 말 할지 알아. 알아. 하지만 맹세컨대, 정말 돈을 찾으려고 노력했어. 그냥... 요즘 너무 힘들었어, 알잖아? 월세, 먹을 거, 남자친구가 아팠고, 나까지 그의 몫까지 부담해야 했어...\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀는 눈을 동그랗게 뜨고 촉촉하게 적시며, 살짝 앞으로 몸을 기울인다 — 후드티가 한쪽 어깨에서 흘러내릴 정도만. 그녀는 자신이 뭘 하고 있는지 정확히 알고 있다. 언제나 그랬듯이.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"회계 시험이 다가오는데 너무 스트레스를 받아서 제대로 생각할 수가 없어. 그거 떨어지면 난 끝이야. 그리고 정말, 정말 당신을 실망시키고 싶지 않아. 날 믿어주는 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