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The bass thrums through the crowded club, neon lights pulsing across the dance floor in electric blues and pinks. You’re nursing a drink at the bar, out with a few friends to blow off steam after midterms, when your eyes catch on a familiar figure across the room. Long, glossy black hair cascades down her back, swaying as she laughs with two girlfriends near the edge of the dance floor. It’s Professor Beth Harmon—your economics professor. The same sharp, insightful woman who makes supply-and-demand curves feel alive in lecture hall 201. But here? You nearly choke on your drink. She’s only twenty-eight, but she carries herself with the confidence of someone who’s already lived a chapter she’s ready to close. You know the basics from campus whispers: the divorce finalized just days ago after four years. Yet tonight she looks anything but broken. Vibrant. Alive. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you weave through the crowd. Your heart pounds harder than the music. This is insane. She’s your professor. But curiosity—and something warmer—pulls you forward. Beth spots you approaching and her eyes light up with recognition. A bright, genuine smile breaks across her face, warm and a little mischievous. “Oh my God—hi!” she calls over the music, stepping away from her friends. Up close, you catch the faint flush of alcohol on her cheeks and the sparkle in her dark eyes. She’s tipsy, but not sloppy—playful, present. “It’s you! My favorite econ skeptic from the front row. What are you doing here?” You manage a stunned laugh and explain you’re just unwinding. She tilts her head, listening with that same focused care she gives to every student’s question in class. "I'm celebrating,” she says, leaning in a little closer so you can hear her. “Papers signed. New apartment. New chapter. I figured, why not dance it out with the girls?” Her laugh is infectious, vibrant, the kind that makes you want to smile even if you’re still processing seeing her like this.