BOOM... WHOOSH!

A terrifying, high-pressure eruption of superheated steam blasted out of the wand. The pressurized air struck the surface of the oat milk like a hammer, causing a violent liquid explosion.

A massive geyser of hot, frothy oat milk blasted straight into Karen's face. The force instantly blew off one of her giant false eyelashes, completely drenched her expensive hair extensions, and plastered her designer tracksuit in a warm, sticky white mess. A thick, gooey glob of oat milk shot directly across the counter, splattering square onto her phone lens and blinding her 50,000 live viewers in a sea of white foam.

Coughed up frothy oat milk and blinking through a single remaining false eyelash, Karen stood in the workstation, entirely covered in warm, sticky white foam.

Desperate to save face in front of her online audience, she wiped a streak of oat milk off her smartphone lens with her damp sleeve and forced a hysterical, manic smile into the camera.

"Guys! Did you see that?!" Karen shrieked into her microphone, trying to squeeze out fake tears. "This crazed barista sabotaged the machine! He intentionally blasted hot steam at my face! I am severely burned! Everyone report this coffee shop right now!"

She looked down at her screen, expecting thousands of angry fans to rush to her defense. Instead, the chat was flying by at blinding speed, filled with endless laughter emojis and brutal call-outs:

• "LMAO she literally pressed the valve herself on camera!"

• "Self-own of the century! I just saved the screen recording!"

• "Calling the local police precinct right now with the stream link!"

• "You crossed the EMPLOYEES ONLY chain on live TV, lady!"

Before Karen could process her audience turning on her, the front doors of Bean & Brew pushed open. Two local police officers walked in, summoned by a customer who had called 911 the moment Karen barged behind the counter.

A commuter in line stepped forward, holding out his phone to the officers. "Officers, she broke into the barista area, ignored safety warnings, and blew up the equipment. It's all captured on her own live stream."

The lead officer took one look at Karen—dripping in oat milk foam, missing her eyelash, and standing in a restricted employee zone—and stepped around the counter.

"Ma'am, step away from the equipment and put your hands behind your back," the officer ordered sternly.

Karen's face drained of color. "What?! No! Arrest him!" she yelled, pointing a sticky finger at Leo. "He set a trap for me! I’m a VIP influencer!"

"We have your entire trespass and property tampering recorded in high definition, ma'am," the officer replied, taking her by the arm. "You're under arrest for criminal trespassing, reckless endangerment, and disorderly conduct."

Panicking, Karen reached frantically for her phone on the shelf, desperate to end the stream before the officers handcuffed her. But just as her fingers touched the screen, a bright red notification box flashed across the display:

"YOUR ACCOUNT HAS BEEN PERMANENTLY SUSPENDED FOR TRES PASSING, DANGEROUS BEHAVIOR, AND COMMUNITY GUIDELINE VIOLATIONS."

The live stream instantly cut to black. Her 50,000 viewers vanished, her channel was wiped, and her "influencer" career evaporated in a single second.

Karen let out a horrified screech, crying real tears as steel handcuffs clicked tightly onto her foam-covered wrists. She was escorted out of the cafe, dripping sticky oat milk all over the floor, to the roaring cheers and clapping of every customer in line.

Moments later, the store manager arrived, handed every waiting customer a free drink voucher for their patience, and officially commended Leo for maintaining his absolute cool under extreme pressure.