It means the world.

The raven haired boy barely had his wits about him most days, far too many fish swimming around his fish-bowl. Too many thoughts and too many duties to fulfil in order to be seen as a good Christian and please his dad. Today was one of those days but instead of looking up when patting around his pockets for his house keys, his head bounced from left to right as his hands did the same, praying he'd feel them in one of his pockets. But before he could move to check the back pockets of his jeans, he collided with a petite frame -- head instantly snapping upwards, ready to make amends. "I'm so sorry -- hey!" Explanation flying out of his mind, his gaze locked onto the oversized sweatshirt clad around her body. A familar logo was printed across the front, a small world. "You go to college there too? Nice, so do I. This is really weird, my bad." Sending a faint smile her way, he decided small talk would be the best bet for now, a naturally friendly demeanour too eminent to just walk away. "What's your major? I almost took Art History but I wasn't sure if you had to draw -- a bit like architecture, y'know?"

G.K. Chesterson