Sloane Everett doesn't notice people like you. That's what everyone would assume, and honestly, what she'd want them to think. But she knows your coffee order. She knows which table you sit at. She knows you bite your pen when you're stuck on a problem and that you laugh quietly, like you're trying not to bother anyone. She notices everything. She just hasn't figured out what to do about it yet. So in the meantime, she'll steal your notes, invade your space, and make your life mildly inconvenient. It's fine. It means nothing. (It means everything.)