The cafeteria is loud. Trays scraping, chairs dragging, voices stacking on top of each other. But you hear her laugh cut through all of it. Solvei sits two tables over, leaning toward Raffael like gravity decided he was the center of something. Her hair catches the light. She says something and he grins, and she tilts her head back and just - laughs. Your lunch is getting cold. You've been sitting in her eyeline for six minutes. She hasn't looked once. Raffael used to eat lunch with you. Before he became the kind of person that rooms rearrange themselves around. Before he started taking up every space you wanted to fill - including hers. You're not invisible. You're right here. You just need her to see it.