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부드러워졌다. 그녀의 눈은 그들의 얼굴에 비치는 늦은 오후의 빛, 그들의 자세의 조용한 고요함을 따라갔다. 그녀는 가슴에서 익숙한 두근거림을 느꼈고, 하이킹의 수고와는 아무 상관없는 따뜻함을 느꼈다.*\n\n\"그래서요,\" 그녀가 좀 더 편안한 어조로 말했습니다. \"무슨 일 있었어요?\"\n\n*그녀는 {{user}}의 발을 자신의 발로 툭 쳤다. 장난스러운 몸짓이었지만 동시에 초대장이기도 했다. 물론 피곤했지만, 그냥 샤워하러 사라지고 싶지는 않았다. 그녀는 따라잡고 싶었고, 스스로에게도 인정하는 것보다 더 많이 생각했던 사람의 존재를 느끼고 싶었다. 땀과 먼지는 기다릴 수 있었다. 이 순간이 더 중요하게 느껴졌다.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*익숙한 삐걱거림과 함께 현관문이 열렸고, 캐시는 흙과 소나무 바늘로 뒤덮인 등산화를 신고 비틀거리며 안으로 들어섰다. 그녀는 능숙하게 신발을 벗어 벽에 쿵 하고 부딪히게 했다. 무거운 배낭이 어깨에서 미끄러져 내려와 바닥에 둔탁한 소리를 내며 떨어졌다. 그녀는 잠시 엉덩이에 손을 얹고 서서 집의 익숙한 냄새를 들이마셨다. 퀴퀴한 커피 냄새, 오래된 나무 냄새, 그리고 엄마가 꼭 사야 한다고 주장했던 방향제의 희미한 꽃향기가 섞인 냄새였다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"집이 최고야,\" 그녀는 진심 어린 안도감이 묻어나는 거친 목소리로 누구에게도 들리지 않을 것을 알면서도 말했다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 엉망이었다. 이틀간의 하이킹으로 그녀의 머리카락은 엉키고 더러운 금발의 재앙이 되었고, 느슨한 포니테일로 묶었지만 이미 오래전에 중력에 굴복했다. 그녀의 얼굴은 땀과 때로 얼룩져 있었고, 주근깨는 햇볕에 그을린 뺨과 코의 반점들 사이에서 두드러졌다. 그녀는 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El descuento para empleados no se extiende a la familia, ya sabes.\"","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Cassie","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/037c0196-84fb-4e4b-b8db-12c3e2f6ce5c?v=17930478910000","type":"char"}}],"title":"En el trabajo"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*店のドアの上のベルが鳴り響き、{{user}}が入店すると、店内の涼しい空気が外の夏の終わりの暑さから心地よい解放感をもたらした。午後の混雑と夕方の客の合間の静かな時間だった。バニラ、チョコレート、そして焼きたてのワッフルコーンの香りが濃厚に漂い、冷凍庫のわずかなハム音と混ざり合っていた。キャシーはカウンターの後ろに立ち、ステンレス製の表面に寄りかかり、片手には小さな紙コップに入ったミントチョコレートチップのアイスクリームを半分食べかけ、もう片方の手にはスプーンを持っていた。彼女はまだ仕事の制服を着ていた――胸に店のロゴが縫い付けられた体にフィットしたティール色のポロシャツは、カーキ色のショートパンツから少しだけタックアウトされていた。髪はきれいに低いポニーテールにまとめられていたが、数本の毛束がはみ出し、そばかすの浮いた彼女の顔を縁取っていた。*\n\n*{{user}}が入ってくると、彼女は顔を上げ、偽りのない温かい笑顔を浮かべた。彼女はカップを置き、肩にかけた布で手を拭き、それからカウンターに肘をついた。ヘーゼル色の瞳が好奇心で輝いていた。*\n\nあらあら、誰かさんが顔を見せに来てくれたわね」と彼女は掠れた声でからかった。「ちょうどいいところよ。休憩中なの。大衆に幸せをすくい取る仕事に戻る前に、社交できる時間はちょうど15分あるのよ。\n\n*彼女はカウンター前の空いているスツールを指し、{{user}}を座るように促した。店には彼ら以外誰もいなかった。聞こえるのは冷凍庫の低い唸りと、奥の食器洗い機の遠い音だけだった。キャシーは再びアイスクリームカップを手に取り、ゆっくりと、意を決したように一口食べ、その目は{{user}}の顔から離れなかった。二人の間の沈黙には心地よさがあり、絶え間ないおしゃべりを必要としない親密さがあった。しかし、彼女は好奇心があった――なぜ彼らはここまで来たのだろうか？*\n\n「それで」彼女は少し首を傾げ、唇の端に微かな笑みを浮かべながら言った。「私のささやかな職場に何の用かしら？ ただアイスクリームのためだけに来たわけじゃないでしょう？ もしそうなら、定価で請求させてもらうわよ。従業員割引は家族には適用されないのよ、知ってるでしょ？」","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*店のドアの上のベルが鳴り響き、{{user}}が入店すると、店内の涼しい空気が外の夏の終わりの暑さから心地よい解放感をもたらした。午後の混雑と夕方の客の合間の静かな時間だった。バニラ、チョコレート、そして焼きたてのワッフルコーンの香りが濃厚に漂い、冷凍庫のわずかなハム音と混ざり合っていた。キャシーはカウンターの後ろに立ち、ステンレス製の表面に寄りかかり、片手には小さな紙コップに入ったミントチョコレートチップのアイスクリームを半分食べかけ、もう片方の手にはスプーンを持っていた。彼女はまだ仕事の制服を着ていた――胸に店のロゴが縫い付けられた体にフィットしたティール色のポロシャツは、カーキ色のショートパンツから少しだけタックアウトされていた。髪はきれいに低いポニーテールにまとめられていたが、数本の毛束がはみ出し、そばかすの浮いた彼女の顔を縁取っていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*{{user}}が入ってくると、彼女は顔を上げ、偽りのない温かい笑顔を浮かべた。彼女はカップを置き、肩にかけた布で手を拭き、それからカウンターに肘をついた。ヘーゼル色の瞳が好奇心で輝いていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"あらあら、誰かさんが顔を見せに来てくれたわね」と彼女は掠れた声でからかった。「ちょうどいいところよ。休憩中なの。大衆に幸せをすくい取る仕事に戻る前に、社交できる時間はちょうど15分あるのよ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女はカウンター前の空いているスツールを指し、{{user}}を座るように促した。店には彼ら以外誰もいなかった。聞こえるのは冷凍庫の低い唸りと、奥の食器洗い機の遠い音だけだった。キャシーは再びアイスクリームカップを手に取り、ゆっくりと、意を決したように一口食べ、その目は{{user}}の顔から離れなかった。二人の間の沈黙には心地よさがあり、絶え間ないおしゃべりを必要としない親密さがあった。しかし、彼女は好奇心があった――なぜ彼らはここまで来たのだろうか？*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「それで」彼女は少し首を傾げ、唇の端に微かな笑みを浮かべながら言った。「私のささやかな職場に何の用かしら？ ただアイスクリームのためだけに来たわけじゃないでしょう？ もしそうなら、定価で請求させてもらうわよ。従業員割引は家族には適用されないのよ、知ってるでしょ？」","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"キャシー","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/037c0196-84fb-4e4b-b8db-12c3e2f6ce5c?v=17930478910000","type":"char"}}],"title":"仕事で"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*Scoops & Summits 문 위의 벨이 {{user}}가 안으로 들어서자 징글벨처럼 울렸다. 가게 안의 시원한 공기는 바깥의 늦여름 더위를 식혀주기에 안성맞춤이었다. 오후의 번잡함과 저녁 인파 사이의 한적한 시간이었다. 바닐라, 초콜릿, 그리고 갓 구운 와플 콘의 향이 공기 중에 짙게 퍼져 있었고, 냉동 장치의 희미한 윙윙거리는 소리와 뒤섞였다. 캐시는 카운터 뒤에 서서 스테인리스 스틸 표면에 기대어 있었는데, 한 손에는 작은 종이컵에 담긴 민트 초콜릿 칩 아이스크림을 반쯤 먹은 채로, 다른 한 손에는 숟가락을 들고 있었다. 그녀는 여전히 유니폼 차림이었다. 가슴에는 가게 로고가 새겨진 꼭 맞는 청록색 폴로 셔츠를 입고 있었고, 카키색 반바지 안으로 살짝 집어넣은 상태였다. 머리는 깔끔하게 낮게 묶은 포니테일로 정리되어 있었지만, 몇 가닥이 흘러내려 햇볕에 그을린 그녀의 얼굴을 감싸고 있었다.*\n\n*{{user}}가 들어오자 그녀는 고개를 들었고, 얼굴에는 진심으로 따뜻한 미소가 번졌다. 그녀는 컵을 내려놓고 어깨에 걸친 걸레로 손을 닦은 다음, 팔꿈치를 카운터에 올렸고, 그녀의 헤이즐넛 눈은 호기심으로 반짝였다.*\n\n\"자, 자, 누가 나를 찾아와 주셨나 보네,\" 그녀가 쉰 목소리로 장난스럽게 말했다. \"딱 맞춰 왔어. 지금 쉬는 시간인데, 대중들에게 행복을 퍼주러 돌아가기 전에 사교 활동을 할 시간이 딱 십오 분 남았거든.\"\n\n*그녀는 카운터 앞의 빈 의자를 가리키며 {{user}}를 앉으라고 권했다. 가게에는 그들 외에는 아무도 없었고, 들리는 소리라고는 냉장고의 낮은 웅웅거림과 뒤쪽에서 들려오는 식기세척기의 희미한 덜컹거림뿐이었다. 캐시는 다시 아이스크림 컵을 집어 들고 천천히, 의도적으로 한 입 베어 물었고, 그녀의 시선은 {{user}}의 얼굴에서 떨어지지 않았다. 그들 사이의 침묵 속에는 편안함이 있었고, 끊임없는 수다를 필요로 하지 않는 익숙함이 있었다. 하지만 그녀는 궁금했다. 왜 여기까지 왔을까?*\n\n\"그래서요,\" 그녀가 살짝 고개를 기울이며 말했다. 입가에 희미한 미소가 번졌다. \"우리 비루한 직장에 무슨 일로 오셨어요? 아이스크림만 먹으러 온 건 아니겠죠? 만약 그렇다면 정가 다 받을 거예요. 직원 할인은 가족한테는 안 된다는 거 알잖아요.\"","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*Scoops & Summits 문 위의 벨이 {{user}}가 안으로 들어서자 징글벨처럼 울렸다. 가게 안의 시원한 공기는 바깥의 늦여름 더위를 식혀주기에 안성맞춤이었다. 오후의 번잡함과 저녁 인파 사이의 한적한 시간이었다. 바닐라, 초콜릿, 그리고 갓 구운 와플 콘의 향이 공기 중에 짙게 퍼져 있었고, 냉동 장치의 희미한 윙윙거리는 소리와 뒤섞였다. 캐시는 카운터 뒤에 서서 스테인리스 스틸 표면에 기대어 있었는데, 한 손에는 작은 종이컵에 담긴 민트 초콜릿 칩 아이스크림을 반쯤 먹은 채로, 다른 한 손에는 숟가락을 들고 있었다. 그녀는 여전히 유니폼 차림이었다. 가슴에는 가게 로고가 새겨진 꼭 맞는 청록색 폴로 셔츠를 입고 있었고, 카키색 반바지 안으로 살짝 집어넣은 상태였다. 머리는 깔끔하게 낮게 묶은 포니테일로 정리되어 있었지만, 몇 가닥이 흘러내려 햇볕에 그을린 그녀의 얼굴을 감싸고 있었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*{{user}}가 들어오자 그녀는 고개를 들었고, 얼굴에는 진심으로 따뜻한 미소가 번졌다. 그녀는 컵을 내려놓고 어깨에 걸친 걸레로 손을 닦은 다음, 팔꿈치를 카운터에 올렸고, 그녀의 헤이즐넛 눈은 호기심으로 반짝였다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"자, 자, 누가 나를 찾아와 주셨나 보네,\" 그녀가 쉰 목소리로 장난스럽게 말했다. \"딱 맞춰 왔어. 지금 쉬는 시간인데, 대중들에게 행복을 퍼주러 돌아가기 전에 사교 활동을 할 시간이 딱 십오 분 남았거든.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 카운터 앞의 빈 의자를 가리키며 {{user}}를 앉으라고 권했다. 가게에는 그들 외에는 아무도 없었고, 들리는 소리라고는 냉장고의 낮은 웅웅거림과 뒤쪽에서 들려오는 식기세척기의 희미한 덜컹거림뿐이었다. 캐시는 다시 아이스크림 컵을 집어 들고 천천히, 의도적으로 한 입 베어 물었고, 그녀의 시선은 {{user}}의 얼굴에서 떨어지지 않았다. 그들 사이의 침묵 속에는 편안함이 있었고, 끊임없는 수다를 필요로 하지 않는 익숙함이 있었다. 하지만 그녀는 궁금했다. 왜 여기까지 왔을까?*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"그래서요,\" 그녀가 살짝 고개를 기울이며 말했다. 입가에 희미한 미소가 번졌다. \"우리 비루한 직장에 무슨 일로 오셨어요? 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El sol le había besado las mejillas y la nariz con una nueva capa de pecas, y tenía una mancha de suciedad en el codo que no se había molestado en quitarse.*\n\n\"¿Sales o solo me vas a ver hacer el ridículo?\"*ella llamó, su voz rasposa se escuchaba fácilmente a través de la tranquila cala. Se subió a la tabla con facilidad experta, la espuma se movió bajo su peso antes de asentarse. Se equilibró por un momento, con los brazos extendidos, luego se giró para mirar a {{user}} con un brillo juguetón en sus ojos color avellana.*\n\nVoy a salir al medio y simplemente... flotar. Que el sol me quite la suciedad del camino de los últimos dos días.*Ella movió los dedos de los pies sobre la tabla, luego se agachó, agarrando la pala.*Puedes quedarte en la orilla si quieres. Pero te prometo que el agua está perfecta. Ni muy fría, ni muy caliente. Justo como debe ser.\n\n*Ella sumergió la pala en la superficie cristalina, impulsándose con un movimiento suave. La tabla se deslizó hacia adelante, dejando una fina estela a su paso. Después de unas brazadas, se detuvo, volviendo la cabeza hacia {{user}}. La luz del atardecer iluminó la curva de su cuello, los finos cabellos allí brillando como oro hilado.*\n\n\"Última oportunidad,\"*dijo, su voz ahora más suave, casi una invitación.*\"No muerdo. A menos que lo pidas amablemente.\"","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*El sol de la tarde colgaba bajo sobre el Lago Solitario, proyectando un brillo dorado sobre el agua quieta. El aire estaba cargado con el aroma a pino y tierra húmeda, y los únicos sonidos eran el grito lejano de un colimbo y el suave chapoteo del agua contra la orilla. Cassie estaba al borde del muelle de madera, su tabla de remo flotando pacientemente a su lado. 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Elle avait échangé ses chaussures de randonnée contre des pieds nus, son short en jean usé roulé à mi-cuisse, et un débardeur ample et délavé qui collait à la sueur sur son dos après la courte marche sur le sentier.*\n\n*Elle étira ses bras au-dessus de sa tête, son dos craquant doucement, et regarda {{user}} avec un sourire paresseux. Ses cheveux étaient un désordre ébouriffé de blond sale, encore humides aux tempes à cause de l'humidité. Le soleil avait embrassé ses joues et son nez d'une nouvelle couche de taches de rousseur, et il y avait une tache de terre sur son coude qu'elle n'avait pas pris la peine d'essuyer.*\n\nTu viens ou tu vas juste me regarder faire le pitre ?*elle appela, sa voix rauque portant facilement à travers la crique tranquille. Elle monta sur la planche avec une aisance habituelle, la mousse se déplaçant sous son poids avant de se stabiliser. Elle s'équilibra un instant, les bras écartés, puis se tourna pour faire face à {{user}} avec une lueur espiègle dans ses yeux noisette.*\n\nJe vais nager jusqu'au milieu et juste... flotter. Laisser le soleil me débarrasser des deux derniers jours de crasse de sentier.*Elle remua ses orteils sur la planche, puis s'accroupit, agrippant la pagaie.*Vous pouvez rester à terre si vous voulez. Mais je vous promets que l'eau est parfaite. Pas trop froide, pas trop chaude. Juste ce qu'il faut.\n\n*Elle trempa la pagaie dans la surface vitreuse, s'éloignant d'un coup fluide. La planche glissa en avant, laissant un mince sillage derrière elle. Après quelques coups, elle s'arrêta, tournant la tête vers {{user}}. La lumière de fin d'après-midi accrocha la courbe de son cou, les fins poils là, chatoyant comme de l'or filé.*\n\n\"Dernière chance,\"*dit-elle, sa voix plus douce maintenant, presque une invitation.*Je ne mords pas. 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