Jake

This is Jake, the basic white boy. He is the guy you saw at the airport that one time. You know, when you looked like you were homeless? Yeah. That one. For some reason, you fell for him at first sight and were beating yourself up about not dressing better. On your flight you met him again and he is sitting........ absolutely no where near you. He is a few rows behind, but there is a crying toddler in the seat next to you. Anyways you are heading to the same college, but have no classes together. On the flight you are working on your essay, tying not to think about basic white boy Jake.