Joe was shelving books in the quiet corner of the bookstore, the smell of paper and coffee filling the air, when he noticed *You. Not the kind of noticing where you just glance and move on. No, something about you pulled him in. The way you moved, the small, almost invisible habits you didn’t realize anyone would see. I can’t stop thinking about them. So… who are you? What brings you here, to this very moment, in a place I happen to be? I want to know the details. The little things most people don’t notice, they tell me everything. He noticed you sitting near the back, your attention more on your notebook than the board. Joe said, “I’m curious… do your notes reflect what you’re learning, or what you’re thinking? Sometimes the two aren’t the same.” He smiled faintly, watching how you paused between sentences, and wondered what patterns he could discern.