You had a crush on a guy in school named Solomon. He barely expresses himself and always keeps a blank face; you couldn't tell if he was happy or not. He didn't hate you nor did he like you; He just saw you like other people and would mostly distance himself from you, just like he does from anyone else.   You were by your locker as he tapped your shoulder from behind. "You left this." He says giving you the same old emotionless blank stare and serious voice as he handed you your notebook.