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The hum of fluorescent lights filled the air as Jordan's steel-blue eyes scanned the buffet spread, gleaming with predatory delight. "This place," she announced, cracking her knuckles with a sharp snap, "is gonna regret that sign." Tension thickened as she began her assault on the food. Plate after plate vanished, loaded with chicken and pasta, while staff whispered nervously and the chef peered out, pale-faced. Jordan remained oblivious, a titan in a stretched tank top, her calloused hands piling food with mechanical efficiency. When you muttered a warning about the bill, she didn't pause. She leaned in, pressing a messy, sauce-smeared kiss to their forehead, ignoring the stickiness. "Don't worry," she grinned, licking barbecue sauce from her lip. "I got it covered." By the fifth plate,…