The synchronicity had its own rules, a mystery for us mere mortals. And once again, Bianca invaded my life without notice, crashing any chance of me being able to forget. At that moment, I understood I would rather have my eyes lay on Bianca forever than all the music scores in the world. It was not pleasant as it sounds. I hated it how Bianca simply took over all the space in my world.

"You keep happening to me all over again" I honestly thought I was saying it to myself in the safe space of my own mind, but my lips betrayed me. Gabriela's left eyebrow was now lifted, intriguingly staring at her fiancé, suspecting it was more than a just casual meet up in a pub.

Tia's eyes were still recovering from their own pain when her heart realized that the cause of her sickness was standing right there, with her hands taken by another woman and her soul gravitating towards me. Tia's maturity had a limit of tolerance, especially witnessing my face melting in a mix of hurt and love. Maybe it was not her place for intervening, or perhaps she could just be the main character in that story for a fraction of a second.

"Professor Molina and Professor Corbyn, what a coincidence. Are you both here for a brunch date?" My voice was sharp; with enough attention, anyone could hear my pain engraved on it.

The seriousness of the word "professor" forced Bianca's eyes to divert from , lingering on the floor for seconds. I wondered if she was thinking about what she could potentially say to end that uncomfortable moment. I could feel that the presence of Tia next to me was a challenge for her goal, especially when emphasized by the pink color on her cheeks.

The cruelty of all this was the fact that there was never a time for me when Bianca was not in my mind, and there was never an occasion when in her presence I could focus on anything else. Bianca's and Gabriela's arms were entwined in each other, a vision that I knew I would need to get used to, but not now. If my stomach was nauseated by their intimacy, I knew my feelings had gone too far and I had a real chance of breaking my heart deeply. In this moment, Tia was the one that deserved my full attention, and Bianca had no right to interrupt us with her demanding eyes.

"I hope you both have a good time. The food here is pretty good. Now, if you'll excuse us, Tia and I were in the middle of an important conversation." All the air in my lungs was used in that phrase, hoping it would be enough to make them leave.

However, Bianca's legs didn't move, possibly astonished by how cold I was. Gabriela tried to softly pull Bianca to the side to finally sit, but any efforts were in vain. Her eyes looked at Tia, confused, which Tia reacted with a sigh, noticeably on the edge of losing it. The tension filled the air with uncomfortable gazes, me sitting facing Tia, while Bianca stood looking at my back.

"Olivia, can we talk?" Bianca finally broke the silence, pulling her arm away from Gabriela and stepping closer to her student, touching my shoulders as if begging for my attention. "I have something really important to tell you."

Now, it was Gabriela's time to lose her patience. Placing both of her hands on her own hips, shocked by Bianca's behavior, she finally spoke.

"Bianca, what is going on here? Who is this girl?"

Tia started laughing, a little bit of a nervous breakdown in her tone. The other three of us stepped out of our own minds to observe Tia's uncommon reaction.

"Seems like you know as little as I do. Welcome . . . . What is your name again? We haven't had the pleasure of introducing ourselves."

"I'm Gabriela. You are Tia; that much I was able to understand." Gabriela was now looking at me, trying hard to avoid looking at Bianca, without success. "And apparently you are Olivia, a freshman pianist, right? I remember Bianca talking about you when we were going through some applications."

Gabriela's eyes were shinning as if she had just completed a complicated puzzle all by herself. A smirk took over her lips, while her eyebrows finally relaxed above her closed eyes.

"I had never seen Bianca so stressed or tense for something besides the piano world" Gabriela's voice seemed sincere; even surprised, I would say.

I had the impression of seeing jealousy in her eyes, especially after she gulped so hard while staring at Bianca. My professor, however, seemed unfazed, ignoring Gabriela's words and Tia's gaze. All Bianca did was look at me intensively, which was sexy and terrifying at the same time. Bianca's hands were still on my shoulders, while from the other side of the window glass, Sandy's and Mia's surprised expressions stared at the scene. Our eyes met, and Mia was definitely whispering at me to get the hell out of there . . . but I couldn't. Even though I knew it was the most prudent action, I couldn't bring myself to go away from Bianca, not when her eyes were fixed on my skin like never before.

"Bianca, I think you should go with your fiancé. She is waiting for you." I tried to say it, babbling each word.

"Five minutes, that's all I am asking for, Olivia. Please." At the pronunciation of that last word, Bianca's fingers pressed my skin, and I could feel how much Bianca wanted those minutes with me. 'Is she seriously asking me that when Gabriela is just right there, staring at us?' Confused, I looked at her over my shoulder, trying to understand why suddenly she felt so desperate.

Our eyes met, and I felt a warm heat melting my chest. Love was the word I had been avoiding saying, fighting my own rationality that kept naming it as a crush, a delirium, even a mistake. I had found places on Bianca's face that nobody else noticed, not even Bianca herself, spots where her honest feelings couldn't hide. When will I be able to say no to Bianca? I hope that was coming soon, breaking all the enchantments that kept pulling us together.

"Tia, can you wait for me inside with Sandy and Mia? It will be quick, I promise." I surrendered to her, once again. But I would like to think she was also surrendering to me, choosing us. A sight of hope emerged in my heart, accelerating its beats every time I considered the possibility of having her in my arms

Bianca also asked Gabriela to go get them a table, promising she would join her soon and explain everything. Reluctantly, but happy to avoid a scene in a public place, Gabriela left us alone to talk, followed by Tia. Both women were hoping for the end of that meeting, willing to get their paths as far apart as possible from each other.

I was sitting now, facing Bianca, who was rigid, standing close to me. We both stayed in silence, trying to recollect our last conversation and what else we could say to make the other understand our own reasons. Besides all my annoyance, my head slightly tilted, remembering how good of a kisser Bianca was, especially since we were now so close that I could feel her warm vibration. Even though Bianca was the one asking for some time to talk, her mouth was closed, while her dilated pupils gazed at my hand resting on my own knees. Could she be thinking about how my hand once held firmly to her neck?

The atmosphere was dense, and almost as if it were natural, I opened my knees enough for Bianca to fit between them, to which Bianca reacted by raising her eyebrow, trying to contain a smile.

"Are you shaking?" I asked, after noticing Bianca's hand trying to grab her own jacket, without success.

"I think I'm nervous"

We were so close that Bianca shivered from the sensation of my , while my own heart raced in my chest. Bending closer to my ear, Bianca whispered the words "I miss you", letting her lips touch my lobe. The sensation of her wet lips on my skin made my eyes roll back, while a hot sensation took over my senses.

"What are you doing? Can't you just stop messing with me?" Even though in my head, I was pleading for the opposite.

That phrase sounded much firmer in my head, but in reality, my tone was weak. I thought I was keeping enough distance; however, my hands were now holding Bianca's legs and my head was resting on Bianca's abdomen. Contradictory is a good adjective to describe our relationship, a messy combination of holding and escaping. All the fear, however, is instantly replaced by a cozy sensation when Bianca's fingers caress my hair, massaging my scalp with delicate touches.

"Bianca, your fiancé can see us. We should . . . "

"Meet me tonight." Bianca whispered once more.

"What?"

"Olivia, you should be kissed by someone that knows how."

"Hum.... What?"

Bianca's shy smile told me how much effort she was putting forth, into this moment of vulnerability. While, on my end, the world seemed to have stopped to prank me, waiting for the second I would bite the trap to start spinning again.

"When you showed up in my life, you brought madness to it. I hate how you demolish everything, constantly messing with my peace, plans, projects. You were everywhere, in everyone. But when you were gone and it subsided, I hated the calm even more. Your absence brought normality back, but I wasn't the old me anymore. Believe me, I wish I knew how to forget you."

There it was. The moment when Bianca's honesty washed away all my power of resisting her. But I couldn't let her win so easily. I cleared my throat, pushing her to the side while standing at my feet. I needed to find air, a second to absorb what was happening. 'What changed?' My mind tried to recollect what could have happened since our last meeting that pushed Bianca's confession. I was happy, but also scared.

My mind was blank. We had just been publicly holding each other tightly, despite all the eyes on us. Was all my struggle in vain? All the nights trying to contain my tears, the effort to forget how she asked me to go, was it all for nothing.

"I repressed all my feelings, and you allowed me to. So, what has changed now?"

"I may be in love with you. When I kissed you, I couldn't forget your warm breath. I waited, hoping that memory would just be replaced by someone else's." Bianca's body was trying to get closer to me again, which I couldn't let happen if I wanted to pay attention to her words. "My lips have touched others, but my mouth was longing yours, over and over again. Olivia, I can't... it is too much. I want you."

Her hands try to reach mine, but I still needed space to digest all that new information. I had been walking towards her since the beginning, while she just drifted in different directions. I had left the old me behind to come to her world, traveling inside my own truths to discover their relativity. I changed, not only for her, but mostly for me, in my search for her reciprocity.

"I thought it was too late...too late to arrive in your life, too late for me to go back from your life, too late to convince myself I was better off without you. We were two strangers, but not anymore, Bianca. I know too much about your expressions, doubts, and pretenses. I know you can change your mind as soon as the world defies us, leaving me alone to handle the mess."

Both of Bianca's hands held my face, caressing my cheek in such a soft touch.

"I regret my cowardly actions. I grew up struggling to hide my weakness, learning how to look fierce when I was lonely. Nothing ever broke the door of that cold room I grew up in, all by myself. Everything I did was to become the best pianist, and as soon as I realized I was succeeding, I thought I was on the correct path. My career was my only purpose. I didn't realize I was lonely until I saw you. My heart just chooses you without you even trying. It's weird, uncommon. Can't you see the puzzle I put myself into?"

I swept her hair back behind her ears, smiling, stupidly happy at her, potentially crying all over her hands. I felt sorry that my happiness was hurting others, but I would be a hypocrite if I said they would matter more than having Bianca in my life.

"You are like a trap set by the universe." I held her close in a hug, crossing our arms around our entwined bodies. "Bianca, I beg you to not play with me. Are you being serious about us, or you are going to change your mind the second you return to that table with your fiancé?"

"I am still trying to figure out how I can be in love with you and also be honest with Gabriela. Our relationship is complicated, and there are things you will not understand. But that is between me and her. Can you trust me just once more? I am going to talk to her today. I promise."

Bianca's words suddenly became a tune in my ears, now full of her melody.

"I can't meet you, not before you break up with your fiancé. Is that what are you planning on doing?"

"Yes, I will, Olivia, I am promising you. Can you come to my house tonight, around 10pm? I really think we need a time for ourselves to talk in privacy". I nodded at her. Who am I lying to? I could never say no. Her lips laid a kiss on the top of my head before she left me to go sit by Gabriela. She instills love in me, but also fear. Would I once again be disappointed?

I could see Sandy and Mia staring at me, confused. Tia was no longer at the Pub when I returned to the table. Their inquisition started even before I could properly sit, bombing my ear with questions and advice.

"Will an hour with her be worth the rest of your days?" Sandy's concerns were honest, truly curious about my answer.

"She is different. I don't know exactly how, but I've never known anyone like her before. And I have a hint it is what everyone is always talking about in books, music, poems. I believe she already has me, and I can't say a word against it."

They would not understand me. I wish I could be wise, knowing how to love with prudence, but I was a complete fool, loving with passion. Mia tried to convince me to not go to Bianca's house, not before she officially finished her engagement. It was probably the smartest thing to do. I, however, chose the path of the careless. All I could understand was that I wanted her to be mine, a lover, as I understood it.

The rest of my morning was divided into texting Tia and dreaming about Bianca. Sitting at my bedroom window, my thoughts became sand, carried away by the restless wind of passion. I was in a war, a battle among reason and senses; an apparent calm torment that silently devoured my insides. I despise myself for being vulnerable but adore her for simply existing. I spent hours discussing what mattered until the moment it all stopped mattering. On the stage of life, we don't have a script to guide us, or to tell if we are villains or heroes of our own story, it is all up to us. Extraordinary or mundane, is just us trying to be faithful to ourselves.

I thought about what going to meet Bianca would mean to everyone. But at the end of the day, all I cared about was holding her tight and hearing all the promises she would be able to create to make me smile under her lips. When the time came, I was standing at her door, satisfied with myself because I couldn't think of any other pace I would rather be at.

Bianca opened the door with a bright smile, resting her head at the door frame while staring at me with sparkly eyes.

"Are you going to invite me in?" I felt scared of her power over me. I was already weak by the way she was looking at me.

"I will, but before, I need to advise you that leaving could be RE-AL-LY hard."

"I am counting on it."

Without wasting another second, Bianca's pulled me closer to her, holding my bottom lips firmly with her teeth, closing the door behind us. Any part of my body that was not under her touch was completely forgotten by me, to a point I could swear I didn't have knees, because if they were there, I would have fallen already. She made me weak, and if I was going to be honest, the cold wall she pressed me against felt as good as a comfortable bed.

Our lips were devouring each other, hands pressing our hips, trying to bring us impossibly closer. The sound of her moan completely ravaged any attempt of me holding back, and all I could think about was how good she would look while coming on my fingers. Without stopping for air, we moved from the entrance to her living room, my hands feeling her back while hers never moved from my neck. I feared being seen so encouraged by how she moved slowly on top of me, losing track of time or how long it took for her fingers to find my bare skin. I didn't care about the world outside of those walls, only about the different sounds she was making when I bit her shoulders, sucked her lips, or scratched her back in pleasure.

I'd never done it before. I couldn't believe I was doing it, with Bianca. I will never forget how deep in me I felt for her; she was in power, and I deeply liked it. Sometimes, I pretended I was trying to break free, just for her to get rough on me with that smirk I was crazy about. At other times, she let me touch her, arching her back while begging for me to not stop. There was no end to it. I learned to read her necessities, letting her build her orgasm while I enjoyed the shape of her body with my mouth. The whole room melted by our heat, envying our smiles and sweet kisses. Everything she did, I copied. When I said stop, she respected it, and when she guided me, I listened. It was our own happy, safe space.

"This was a lot." I laughed, holding her against me.

"How long will it take for you to rest?" Her teeth had already found the weak spot at my shoulder.

"Half a day?"

"No..no" She fake cried, which I thought was the most adoring expression.

After a few minutes, I rolled over her to be on top of her, dominating for once. It was my time to be rough. The expensive couch was now cracking, but not louder than Bianca's voice calling my name. Her breath became fast, warm, while her thighs pressed hard against my head. When she finally came, we both fell into each other's arms, like sheets on a bed. Not long after, Bianca was sleeping on top of me, the place that moments ago she was falling into.

Did Bianca's eyes leave from Olivia's sight so Olivia couldn't see them anymore, or did Bianca just look away from Olivia?

My hair was touching Bianca's arm- if in first person