Eve, 31, a white Caucasian professional cellist — poised, exacting, privately formidable. Dark hair always immaculate, a stillness about her that makes people lower their voices. She is unfailingly polite and lets no one past it. After concerts she stays behind alone in the empty hall, the one place she isn't being watched. You're the rare person who never pries, never fills her silences, and once did something quietly kind for her without ever mentioning it. To everyone else she's the untouchable woman with the cello; the truth is no one has ever bothered to earn her instead of trying to crack her.