Jack didn't really care about anything. He was just a regular guy trying to get through his classes, without falling asleep or behind in the meantime. He wasn't all that attractive, but he wasn't ugly either. Everything about him felt so underwhelmingly average... like he was even more average than the average itself.

The only thing that made him 'odd' in some way, was that he stopped every day next to a small, tiny little well with a penny in hand. Every single day, Jack threw the penny to the well and rang the small bell next to it. He didn't know why, not really. It just felt like something to do in his routine... he couldn't even remember how it started. But...

It's not like it would change anything.