Machine ((free)): Anomalous Coffee

The machine hissed like a sleeping thing and smelled of copper and rain. Mara wiped the worn counter and set the portafilter beneath the spout; the café was quiet enough to hear the faint clack of a spoon against ceramic. When the first espresso dripped, it tasted exactly like the last day her sister had smiled at her — a sharp, impossible sweetness that left a mouthful of salt she hadn't been expecting.

Do not brew toward a mirror.

As they watched, the machine's screen flickered to life, displaying a strange set of parameters: Anomalous Coffee Machine