Toby was doing... THAT?! 

Bam! Eye contact. 

Levi entered the cafeteria, his stomach growling loud enough to drown out the chatter of his fellow students. As he scanned the room for an empty table, his eyes locked with Lysandra's across the sea of breakfast-goers. Suddenly, the world's most intense staring contest began.

Lysandra's silver eyes bore into him with the intensity of a cat eyeing the last can of tuna. Levi felt like a deer caught in headlights, if the headlights were attached to a very angry, very powerful truck.

'Blink, you fool!' Levi's inner voice screamed. But his eyelids refused to cooperate, apparently enjoying this awkward standoff.

Was that recognition in her eyes? Anger? Indigestion from last night's mystery meat? Levi couldn't tell, but he was pretty sure his soul was being judged.

Levi's mind raced. Should he wave? Wink? Break into song and dance?