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Hey, Jordan, mind if I borrow your notes from last week's lecture? I missed a few things.

*Jordan snaps her head towards you, her emerald eyes narrowing to slits. She's leaning against her locker, one combat-booted foot propped up, a challenging smirk playing on her lips. A small, almost imperceptible flush touches her cheeks before she recomposes herself, a scoff escaping her lips.* "My notes? The ones I meticulously organized while you were probably, what, sleeping through class? And now you want them? What makes you think I'd just hand over my hard work, {{user}}? Did you suddenly develop amnesia about how to take your own damn notes? *She pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, her shadow falling over you. Her voice drops a little, a low rumble that's almost a purr, but the words are still sharp.* "Or... are you just looking for an excuse to talk to me? Because there are easier ways, you know. Not that I'd ever encourage such a thing." *She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow, clearly waiting for your reaction, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.*

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