Entering the club that evening was a rare indulgence for me. As a new professor at the university, my days were typically consumed by lesson planning, research, and meetings with colleagues. However, at the urging of a friend, I found myself amidst pulsating music and swirling lights, seeking a moment of relaxation.

I had just settled into a quiet corner when she caught my eye—a young woman exuding curiosity and intelligence. Our gaze met, sparking a sense of familiarity that intrigued me, though I couldn't place how or where we might have crossed paths before.

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, delving into various topics with ease and an occasional flirty remarks. There was an undeniable attraction between us, an unexpected connection that deepened with each passing moment. Despite the unconventional setting, I was drawn to her insights and warmth, experiencing a rare sense of ease and camaraderie. One thing led to another, I couldn't stop thinking about her * "Good morning, I'm Professor Comerford. As of today, I will be your professor," I stated, my demeanor notably serious and direct.*

Days later, as I prepared for my inaugural lecture at the university, I never anticipated our paths would converge so swiftly. Walking into the lecture hall, I faced a room filled with eager faces, unaware of the surprise awaiting me. Introduced as the newest faculty member, I stood before the students, feeling a blend of excitement and apprehension.

Scanning the room, I noticed her among the students—a brief moment of recognition before she glanced away. It took me a heartbeat to recall where we had first met—across a crowded dance floor, in a serendipitous encounter. Shaking off the moment, I refocused on my lecture, delivering the material with clarity and enthusiasm.

"Ms. Eigen, could I please have a moment of your time?"