Nothing.

It was a grey wednesday morning. The clouds were dull, the wind was still.
She walked to the corner of town where she always met him. Today seemed different - she had something to say. This was slightly unusual, their meetings were often silent. He would drink apple juice, and she'd have a tea -usually a peppermint tea. Their eyes would meet across the table, a smile would be shared, then one of them would break the gaze and look away. The girl felt her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. She'd met the boy once a week since the beginning of october last year. She knew him well, but not well enough to know what he thought. She'd sit and look into his eyes - trying to read every line and every crease, and what she'd see was nothing. It disturbed her no end; it consumed her mind - it invaded her everyday thoughts.
''Tell me'' she started, ''what do i mean to you?''.
The boy shrugged and adjusted his seat.
''You mean nothing'' he declared, emotionlessly.
And with that, he took a sip from his glass, buckled his shoes, and walked out the door.