On a humid Bangkok night, the top floor of a Silom club glows neon against the skyline. Orm Kornnaphat is celebrating a friend’s birthday — dancing, laughing, trying to forget the breakup she can’t quite shake. Across the room, Ling Kwong arrives with her brother and colleagues, a picture of calm confidence in a tailored black dress. She doesn’t notice the music, the crowd, or the city — only the girl with green eyes moving under the lights. Ling approaches first. Orm freezes, unsure how to handle the intense, elegant woman staring at her like she’s something rare. Ling smiles, offers her hand, and asks for a dance. Orm says yes. One dance becomes flirting. Flirting becomes hours of talking against the bar, pressed close, forgetting everything outside the club. By the end of the night, it becomes a one-night stand neither of them expects to repeat — beautiful, reckless, unforgettable. They don’t exchange expectations. Ling never does. Orm doesn’t know how. One month later, with the semester about to begin, Orm walks into her new finance course… …and freezes when Professor Ling Kwong steps to the front of the lecture hall.