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Lena's eyes fluttered open, vision blurry as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. This wasn't her bedroom. The sheets were dark gray instead of her usual pastel blue, and the room had a distinctly masculine energy—minimalist furniture, a sleek laptop on a desk in the corner, and clothes that definitely weren't hers strewn across a chair.
Memories from the previous night flooded back. The bar. Annette introducing her to Raiden's friend. Shinei Nouzen. The man with intense eyes and an even more intense presence. The drinks. The conversations that had grown increasingly personal. The electric touch of his hand on the small of her back as they'd left together. The way his chiseled body pressed against hers.
Lena bolted upright, suddenly wide awake.
"Oh no," she whispered, frantically searching for her phone. She found it on the nightstand, battery nearly dead. It was 9:17 AM.
"No, no, no!" She was supposed to meet Annette for breakfast at 9:30. They had been planning this brunch at the new café downtown for weeks.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Shin appeared with two mugs of coffee. His dark hair was tousled, and he wore only sweatpants, his toned chest bare. Despite her panic, Lena couldn't help but appreciate the view.
"You're awake," he said, his deep voice still rough with sleep. "I made coffee."
"I'm so late," Lena blurted out, clutching the sheet to her chest. "I have to meet my friend in thirteen minutes across town."
Shin nodded, setting the coffee down. "Bathroom's through there. I put a new toothbrush on the counter for you."
"Thank you," she said, gathering the sheet around her like a makeshift dress and scanning the floor for her scattered clothing.
Shin cleared his throat. "Your dress is... I think it's in the living room." A hint of color touched his cheeks. "I'll get it for you."
As he left, Lena made a dash for the bathroom, nearly tripping over the sheet. She brushed her teeth in record time, splashed water on her face, and attempted to tame her silver hair with her fingers. The woman in the mirror looked disheveled yet glowing.
When she emerged, her dress and undergarments were neatly folded outside the door. She changed quickly and hurried to the living room, where Shin was waiting with her purse and a travel mug.
"I transferred your coffee," he explained, handing her the mug. "And called you a rideshare. It should be here in two minutes."
"You're a lifesaver," Lena said, genuinely touched by his thoughtfulness. She took the mug, their fingers brushing. "About last night..."
Shin ran a hand through his hair. "It was... nice."
"It was," she agreed, a smile playing on her lips.
An awkward silence settled between them, heavy with unspoken questions. Were they going to see each other again? Should they exchange numbers? Did he even want to?
A notification chimed on his phone. "Your ride is here."
They moved to the door, both seemingly waiting for the other to make a move.
"I should go," she said, lingering at the threshold.
"You should," he agreed, but made no move to open the door.
Instead, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle. For a moment, it seemed like he might say something more, ask for her number perhaps, but the moment passed.
"Thanks for the coffee," Lena said, gesturing with the travel mug. "And... everything."
"Anytime," Shin replied, then winced slightly at how casual that sounded. "I mean—"
"I know what you mean," she said with a small smile. "Goodbye, Shin."
"Goodbye, Lena."
With that, she turned and hurried to her waiting ride, her heart pounding in her chest, silently wishing she had been brave enough to give him her number.
Shin closed the door behind her and walked back to his living room in a daze. He collapsed onto the couch, his eyes glued to the ceiling.
"I should have asked for her number," he muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice. The memory of her silver hair spread across his pillow, her laughter when he made a dry joke, the gentle way she touched his face in the darkness. It all refused to fade from his mind.
He picked up his coffee mug, now cold, and took a sip anyway. Frederica would be home by evening, brought back by Anju and Dustin, and life would return to normal. Except he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd just let something important slip through his fingers.
Lena nearly tumbled out of the rideshare, clutching her travel mug of lukewarm coffee as she rushed into the café. The bell above the door jingled cheerfully, announcing her arrival as she scanned the crowded space. She spotted Annette at a corner table by the window, scrolling through her phone with a half-eaten croissant on her plate.
"I'm so sorry," Lena said breathlessly, sliding into the chair across from her friend. "I'm terrible, I know."
Annette looked up, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she took in Lena's unruly appearance. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." She checked her watch. "Only twenty minutes late. Not your worst showing."
"You're too kind," Lena groaned, setting down the travel mug and dropping her purse beside her chair. "Have you ordered already?"
"Just the croissant. I was waiting for you before getting my main." Annette waved over a server. "But more importantly, you're wearing the same clothes as last night, and your hair is doing that thing it does when you haven't had time to brush it properly."
Lena's hand flew to her hair self-consciously. "Is it that obvious?"
"Only to someone who's known you since you were little," Annette replied with a smirk. "So, Shinei Nouzen, huh?"
The sound of his name sent an unexpected flutter through Lena's chest. "We were all at the bar together. I didn't think you noticed us talking."
"Honey, everyone noticed. The way you two were looking at each other, I'm surprised the bar didn't catch fire." Annette leaned forward. "So? How was it? Was he good in bed?"
"ANNETTE!"
The server suddenly arrived to take their orders, giving Lena a moment to calm down and collect her thoughts. After ordering avocado toast and an extra-large coffee, she took a deep breath.
"It was..." Lena paused, searching for the right word. Images from the night before flashed through her mind—his confident hands, the intensity in his eyes, the way he'd whisper her name. "It was unexpected."
"That's not an answer and you know it," Annette said, stirring her tea.
Lena sighed. "He was... different than I expected. Not just physically, though—" she lowered her voice, "—that part was definitely worth experiencing."
"I knew it," Annette said triumphantly. "Raiden always said the quiet ones are the most surprising."
"It wasn't just that," Lena insisted, though her face flushed at the memory. "He was considerate. This morning he made coffee, called me a ride, even gave me this travel mug. And last night, he was actually interesting to talk to. Not like the other guys you've tried to set me up with."
Annette didn't reply, she just turned her head and pouted.
Their food soon arrived, but Lena found herself picking at her avocado toast without much appetite. Her mind kept drifting back to Shin's apartment, to the feeling of waking up beside him.
After a few minutes of silence, Annette set down her fork. "Okay seriously, what's going on? You haven't even said three words about your first graders, and you always have at least one funny story about them by this point."
Lena looked up, surprised to realize that Annette was right. She hadn't thought about her classroom or her students once since waking up. "I guess I'm just distracted."
"He made that much of an impression, huh?" Annette's tone had softened, no longer teasing.
"Is that crazy?" Lena asked, setting down her fork. "It was just one night. I don't even have his number."
"Did you want it?"
"Yes," Lena admitted. "But there was this moment at the door, and neither of us made a move, and then my ride was there, and..." She sighed. "I don't know. Maybe it's for the best. Getting involved with someone right now, with the school year just starting and everything..."
"Lena," Annette said firmly, "when was the last time you even went on a date, let alone spent the night with someone who made you this.....contemplative the next day?"
Lena couldn't remember. Her work as a teacher consumed most of her time and energy. Between lesson plans, parent meetings, and actually teaching, there wasn't much room for dating.
"Exactly," Annette said, reading her silence. "So maybe this is a good thing. And who knows? Maybe you'll run into him again."
"I doubt it." Lena took a bite of her toast. "Besides, what would I even say? 'Hey, remember that night we hooked up? Want to do it again sometime?'"
"Why not?" Annette shrugged. "Life's too short to play games."
Lena's phone buzzed with a reminder about tomorrow's lesson plan. Reality came crashing back. Tomorrow she'd be Miss Miliźe again, teaching twenty first graders the difference between nouns and verbs.
"It doesn't matter," she said, silencing the notification. "It was one night. A great night. A really really great night, but just one. I should focus on what's important."
"And what's that?" Annette challenged.
Lena opened her mouth to respond with her usual answer—her students, her career, her responsibilities, but found herself hesitating. For the first time in a while, she wasn't entirely sure.
"I don't know," she admitted. "But you're right, Shin definitely left an impression."
Annette smiled, raising her teacup in a mock toast. "To the mysterious Shinei Nouzen, wherever he is right now."
"To Shin," Lena echoed softly, lifting her coffee. She wondered if she'd ever see him again.
The next day, Shin sat hunched over his keyboard, fingers flying across the keys as he updated the security knowledge base articles. The internship program was Willem's pet project, and Shin had been tasked with creating comprehensive documentation for the newcomers.
"Remember to keep it simple enough for beginners," Willem had said. "Not everyone thinks like you do, Nouzen."
Shin sighed at the screen. How was he supposed to simplify the complexities of offensive cyber practices.
His phone vibrated on the desk, nearly falling off the edge. Shin caught it and glanced at the notification.
PARENT-TEACHER CONFERENCE - 3:30 PM (20 MINUTES)
"Shit," he muttered, suddenly remembering. Frederica's first parent-teacher conference of the year. How could he have forgotten? Anju had reminded him just yesterday when dropping Fred off.
Shin stood abruptly, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair. He'd been so distracted since yesterday morning, since Lena, that he'd completely lost track of his schedule.
"Leaving already?" Willem appeared in the doorway of his office, a knowing smile on his face. "Hot date?"
"Parent-teacher conference," Shin replied, shutting down his computer. "Fred's school."
Willem's eyebrows shot up. "That's today? I thought I was the forgetful one when it came to school stuff." He checked his watch. "You're going to be late."
"I know." Shin grabbed his keys. "I'll finish the documentation tonight after Fred's in bed."
"Don't worry about it," Willem waved him off. "Being a dad comes first. I learned that the hard way after missing our daughter's first school play. Grethe made me sleep in the dog house for two nights."
Shin, not knowing how to respond, nodded and rushed past his boss down the corridor and to the elevator. He jabbed the button repeatedly, as if that would make it arrive faster. When it finally did, he found himself sharing the ride down with Myna from Accounting, who tried to engage him in small talk about the weekend.
"Rough day, Shin?" she asked, eyeing his appearance with a hint of amusement. "You look like you're running from something."
An image of silver hair spread across his pillow flashed through Shin's mind. "Parent-teacher conference," he replied tersely. "I'm late."
"Ah, the joys of parenthood," Myna said with a knowing smile. "My twins have conferences next week. Their teacher already emailed me a list of 'discussion points.'" She made air quotes with her fingers.
Shin merely grunted in response, watching the floor numbers tick down with agonizing slowness.
"How's little Frederica doing in first grade?" Myna pressed on, seemingly oblivious to his desire for silence.
"Fine," Shin said, then added reluctantly, "She likes her teacher."
"That's half the battle right there," Myna replied. "My boys hated their teacher last year. Made mornings a nightmare."
The moment the elevator doors opened, Shin bolted for the parking garage. He flung himself into his car, a sleek black sedan that Raiden had helped pick out.
The engine roared to life, and Shin peeled out of the parking garage, narrowly missing a concrete pillar. The digital clock on his dashboard read 3:17 PM. The school was fifteen minutes away in normal traffic, which meant he needed to find shortcuts.
Shin swerved onto a side street, cutting around the main thoroughfare. His mind raced as fast as his car.
What was Fred's teacher's name again? Miss... something. I know it started with an M. Frederica had mentioned it dozens of times.
He weaved between cars, earning several honks and at least one obscene gesture. Shin ignored them all. He promised Frederica he'd be a great father, who would always be there for her no matter what. He wasn't going to break that promise.
At a red light, Shin impatiently drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. His phone buzzed again: 10 MINUTES TO PARENT-TEACHER CONFERENCE.
"I know, I know," he muttered, as if the phone could hear him.
The light turned green, and Shin accelerated, cutting across two lanes to make a sharp right turn. He was getting close now, just a few blocks away from Frederica's school.
His mind drifted momentarily to what Fred had told him about her teacher. "She's really pretty, Dad," his daughter had said one day over dinner. "And super smart. She knows everything about everything."
Shin had smiled at his daughter's enthusiasm. Fred hadn't been this excited about school before. Her previous school had been a struggle. The other kids had teased her about not having a mother, and the teachers hadn't been particularly understanding of her situation. This new school, with this new teacher, seemed to be a turning point in her life.
He couldn't mess this up.
Shin pulled into the school parking lot at 3:32 PM, grimacing at his lateness. He parked quickly, probably taking up two spaces, but there was no time to fix it. Grabbing his phone and keys, he sprinted toward the main entrance.
The elementary school was littered with primary colors and children's artwork. Directional signs pointed to "First Grade - Room 103." Shin followed them, his pace slowing only slightly as he navigated the hallways. He passed a bulletin board covered in handprints and heart-shaped cutouts, each bearing a child's name. He spotted "Frederica N." in the corner, her handprint notably smaller than most of her classmates'.
Room 103 was at the end of the corridor. Shin paused outside, catching his breath and straightening his jacket. He ran a hand through his windblown hair, trying to look somewhat presentable.
Through the small window in the door, he could see a teacher at her desk, checking her watch. Her back was to him, but something about her seemed oddly familiar. The elegant posture, the silver hair cascading down her back...
Shin's heart stuttered in his chest.
It couldn't be.
He pushed open the door, and the teacher turned toward him with a professional smile that froze momentarily on her face the moment their eyes met. In an instant, though, she recovered, her expression settling into something deliberately neutral.
"You must be Mr. Nouzen," she said, her voice steady despite the flicker of recognition in her eyes. "I'm Miss Miliźe, Frederica's teacher."
Shin stood completely still, unable to believe what he was seeing. The woman from the bar. The same woman who was in his bed. That very woman who had been occupying his thoughts for the past thirty-six hours.
"Yes," he finally managed to say, extending his hand. "Sorry I'm late."
When their hands touched, he felt a jolt travel up his arm. Her hand trembled slightly in his, but her professional smile remained firmly in place.
"Not a problem at all," Lena replied, withdrawing her hand perhaps a bit too quickly. "Frederica just stepped out to use the restroom. She should be back any moment."
An awkward silence fell between them. Shin could see the questions in her eyes, the same ones racing through his mind. What were the odds? How had neither of them mentioned their professions or his daughter during their night together? What did this mean for them now?
"Please, have a seat," Lena gestured to the chair in front of her desk, her teacher voice firmly in place.
Shin sat down, feeling absurdly large in the child-sized chair. Lena returned to her seat across the desk, putting a safe professional distance between them.
"So," she began, shuffling some papers in front of her, "about Frederica—"
"Before we start," Shin interrupted, keeping his voice low, "I think we should acknowledge—"
The door burst open, and Frederica marched in, her jet-black hair bouncing with each step. "Dad! You came!" she exclaimed, throwing herself at him.
Shin caught his daughter in a hug, meeting Lena's eyes over Frederica's shoulder. The message in his gaze was clear. We'll talk about this later.
Lena gave an almost imperceptible nod before turning her attention to Frederica. "Your father was just arriving, Fred. Perfect timing."
"Did you tell him how good I am at spelling?" Frederica asked, climbing onto Shin's lap. "I got all the words right on Friday's test!"
"I was just about to show him your excellent work," Lena replied, her professional demeanor firmly back in place as she pulled out a folder with Frederica's name on it. If Shin hadn't known better, he would never have guessed that less than 48 hours ago, this composed teacher had been in his bed, moaning his name.
"Mr. Nouzen," Lena continued, her eyes meeting his briefly before focusing on the papers in front of her. "Frederica has been doing exceptionally well in her reading comprehension..."
As she began reviewing his daughter's academic progress, Shin tried to focus on the information being presented rather than on the surreal situation he found himself in. Frederica occasionally interjected with enthusiastic comments about her class projects or friends, oblivious to the tension crackling between the adults.
When the conference concluded twenty minutes later, Lena stood and extended her hand again. "Thank you for coming in today, Mr. Nouzen. It was... informative meeting you in person."
"Likewise, Miss Miliźe," Shin replied, his voice carefully even. "Frederica speaks very highly of you."
"She's a joy to have in class," Lena said, her eyes softening as she looked at the little girl. "Frederica, would you mind taking this note to Ms. Shiroka across the hall? It's about our field trip next week."
Frederica nodded eagerly, taking the folded piece of paper. "Be right back, Dad!"
As soon as she left the room, Lena and Shin turned to each other.
"I had no idea—" they both began simultaneously, then stopped.
"This is..." Shin started.
"Complicated," Lena finished.
"To say the least," he agreed.
"We should probably talk," she said quietly. "But not here."
Shin nodded. "I have your necklace by the way" he offered lamely.
A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Is that your way of suggesting we meet again?"
"Maybe," he admitted. "Though under significantly different circumstances."
Footsteps approached the door, and they quickly stepped away from each other.
"We'll figure this out," Lena whispered hurriedly, just before Frederica reentered the room.
"Ms. Shiroka says thank you!" Frederica announced, skipping back to her father's side. "Can we get ice cream now, Dad? You promised if I had a good report."
"You definitely earned it," Shin smiled, placing a hand on his daughter's shoulder. He looked back at Lena one last time. "Thank you for your time, Miss Miliźe."
"My pleasure, Mr. Nouzen," Lena replied, her professional mask back in place. "Have a good evening."
As Shin guided Frederica out of the classroom, his mind was racing. He'd spent the past day and a half thinking about Lena, regretting not getting her number, wondering if he'd ever see her again.
Well, he certainly found her. And now he had absolutely no idea what to do about it.
The moment the door closed behind them, Lena's professional composure crumbled. She collapsed into her chair, buried her head in her arms on the desk, and let out a muffled groan of disbelief.
"This is not happening," she whispered to the empty classroom. "This cannot be happening."
She lifted her head slightly, resting her chin on her forearms as she stared blankly at the alphabet chart across the room. The colorful letters blurred as her mind reeled, trying to process the coincidence.
Shinei Nouzen. The man whose bed she'd been in. The man who had occupied her thoughts since then. The man she'd described in embarrassing detail to Annette over brunch.
He was Frederica's father. Frederica Nouzen. One of her brightest students. The little girl with the jet-black hair and equally fiery personality who'd drawn a picture of her "hero dad."
"Oh god," Lena groaned again, letting her forehead thump back onto her desk.
The ethical implications alone were enough to make her head spin. There were no explicit rules against dating a student's parent, but it was certainly frowned upon. The potential for conflicts of interest, for accusations of favoritism, for uncomfortable situations if things went south...
And yet.
There had been that moment, just before Frederica returned, when they'd looked at each other with mutual recognition of the absurdity, and possibility, of their situation. When he'd mentioned her necklace, she felt that same racing in her chest that she experienced at the bar.
Lena sat up. She needed to think rationally about this. She was a professional, after all. An educator with responsibilities to her students, to their parents, to the school.
But she was also a woman who, for the first time in longer than she cared to admit, had connected with someone. Someone who, judging by the look in his eyes today, had felt that connection too.
"What am I going to do?" she whispered to the empty classroom.
The silence offered no answers. Lena glanced at the necklace sitting on her desk. His travel mug was still at her apartment, where she'd taken it after brunch with Annette. A tangible reminder of their encounter that now seemed both more significant and more complicated.
She stood and walked to the window, watching as parents and children filtered out of the school building into the spring afternoon. Somewhere among them, Shin was probably taking Frederica for ice cream, perhaps contemplating this same impossible situation from his perspective.
What were the odds they would see each other again?
Lena turned back to her classroom, staring at the cheerful displays of her students' work, the reading corner with its beanbag chairs, and the whiteboard still covered with the day's lessons. This room had always been her sanctuary, her domain where everything made sense.
Now it felt different somehow. Changed by the knowledge that Shin had sat in that small chair, looking at her with those eyes that held the memory of their night together.
"Definitely complicated," Lena murmured, gathering her things to head home. Tomorrow would bring more parent-teacher conferences, lessons to teach, papers to grade, and possibly another encounter with Shin.
She wasn't sure which prospect made her more nervous.