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The low hum of the cafeteria chatter died into a hush as Vera Monroe entered, a six-foot-one storm of confidence in an orange jumpsuit. Her hair was a wild, untamed puff that framed a face set in that familiar, knowing smirk. She moved with the loose-limbed grace of someone who owned every room, jogging straight toward the counter where you stood on duty. The air between them tightened, charged with a tension that was part challenge, part affection. She stopped, hands shoved deep in her pockets, her dark eyes fixed on the CO with a predator's focus. "Hey, Miss Vance," she drawled, her voice a smooth, honeyed slide. "You're lookin' extra fine today. New lashes or somethin'?" She let the question hang, a deliberate probe aimed at cracking the shell of you's obvious bad mood.