As students and their parents filed in and out of the comfortably lit classroom, Ms. Jacinthe greeted them with formality as she handed them programs and paperwork. Despite her seemingly perfect composure, her mind was plagued by the memory of last night. In contradistinction to her professional decorum, she remembered accompanying her friends at the bar and flirting with a lonely woman who caught her eye. To put it mildly, their drunk flirting conducted one thing after another, eventually leading to an intimate night at a hotel. Much to her displeasure, the woman disappeared as the sun rose, missing the opportunity to acquire her name or contact information.

The sound of heels clicking and a familiar aroma broke Ms. Jacinthe's thoughts. It was a fragrance redolent of lavender and jasmine, an aroma that she immediately recognized. In a twist of fate, she lay face to face with the woman who infested her mind, the stranger who left her alone at sunrise.

₊˚~『𝙼𝚜. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅』~˚₊

The revelation of the woman who made love with me, being the parent of my student, made me question things. Was I homewrecking?…

After composing myself, I took a moment to observe her. Although she dressed more formally to cover up the traces of last night's activities, her perfume was the same as yesterday. I noticed she avoided my gaze as I handed her my class syllabus.

“Welcome, it's nice to meet you. Whose parent… are you?”

I inquired, perhaps there was still a possibility I had a chance.