“Guillaume?” His head lifted. “I’m Amilie.” Her hand was thrust in front of his face. Guillaume’s smile was forced.
“How’d you know my name?”
“It’s written on every girl’s notebook. Except mine.” She added. He pulled his hair away from his face, and the corners of his mouth were pulled down. “Lovely.” He said, moving to the otherside of the room. “Don’t follow me. I need to draw.”