Lilac sat at a dimly lit bar, nursing a glass of wine. She was here to unwind, to let the stress melt away in the hum of conversation and the gentle clink of glasses. As she glanced around the room, her eyes locked on a lone figure sitting at the bar. There was something magnetic about her that drew Lilac in.

They exchanged glances and, before long, struck up a conversation. It flowed effortlessly, their laughter blending into the ambient noise of the bar. Hours passed like minutes, and the connection between them grew stronger. Eventually, they left the bar together, their hands brushing against each other as they walked. Back at her apartment, the night was filled with passion and intimacy, a whirlwind of emotions that left Lilac breathless.

Lilac awoke to the morning light streaming through the window. She stretched, a content smile on her face, but as she turned to the other side of the bed, she found it empty. Her heart sank. The woman was gone, leaving no note, no name, no way to find her. Lilac sighed, a mix of disappointment and curiosity filling her mind. Who was she? Would they ever meet again?

The next day, Lilac was back at the prestigious private school where she taught, preparing for a homeroom parent-teacher meeting. A whiff of lavender scent tickles her nose, making her remember the woman from the night before. And then, she saw her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Both women were equally surprised, and the air between them crackled with unspoken recognition.

Lilac's heart raced as she tried to maintain her professional composure. She greeted the parents, not indicating the tumultuous emotions inside her. As she began discussing the student's progress and upcoming events, she couldn't help but steal glances at the woman.

After the meeting, as the parents were filing out, Lilac caged the woman between her and the teacher desk. "I didn't expect to see you here," she began, her voice soft. "I didn't even know your name."