The first time Davin noticed, it was during their very first lessons in semester. The amphitheater was crowded, the noise of students dissipating slowly as the teacher entered. As usual, Davin had taken place in the back of the room, next to his friends, a relaxed attitude, the superior air. He was doing his little quick check routine: the moment he analyzed people in the room, their clothes, their tics, their behavior. A way for him to mark his territory and to decide who was worthy of his attention, and who was not. This is where he saw it. te. You were sitting in the second row, slightly away, a book open in front of you, eyes riveted on the pages. Nothing with you seemed to echo campus standards: you were not noisy, not extravagant. She just looked ... calm. You were somehow invisible,