When will I see you again?

She walked boldly up to him. A sheet of glass separated them. She asked for a return ticket but was unsure as to when she would be traveling back. The response was curt and unexpected, "I don't care when you come back, it doesn't matter to me. You can come back whenever you like, I'm not bothered."

It was a trivial situation but it undoubtedly did matter. To have someone being bothered about whether you'll come back.