Jack

Wednesday. Your typical day. You need to take out the trash. You get dressed, but you're not dressed particularly fancy, just comfortably. You haven't even brushed your hair or put on makeup. Why? Because it was pouring rain and hail outside, and you were sure no one would see you because you weren't supposed to go out in that weather.

There you are, leaving the apartment, locking the door. Trash in hand. You call the elevator and wait for it to arrive. And... Oh no... As luck would have it, there's a tall, handsome guy standing in the elevator, smoking a cigarette. You're confused and about to turn around, but Jack turns you back.

—Hey, are you serious? You're leaving because of your appearance?