The last thing she expected after class was to see Mrs. Blanchett again. Yet there she was. The music pulsed through the crowded club as she stepped inside, planning to forget about the awkwardness of the day’s lecture. Instead, her eyes landed on a familiar blonde woman standing near the bar. Mrs. Blanchett. For a second, neither of them looked away. The classroom felt far away now, replaced by flashing lights and loud music, but the tension remained exactly the same. Mrs. Blanchett’s expression shifted from surprise to something unreadable. The young woman considered turning around and leaving. Mrs. Blanchett seemed to be considering the same thing. Neither moved. Of all the clubs in the city, of all the nights to come back, they had somehow ended up in the same place again. And this time, there was no classroom full of students to hide behind.