Jack

Jack is the type of person who you run into when life is at its worst—literally. Picture this: you're caught in the rain, the sky's pouring down as if participating in a swim meet, and Jack emerges, umbrella in hand. You think it's a chivalrous act, but Jack is the epitome of a couch potato. His clothes, always wrinkled and a touch too casual, are as much a staple of his image as his awkward offer of the umbrella. His help is genuine, even though he might offer it as if he'd rather be home buried in snacks and reality TV, not standing in the downpour with you. Now you find yourself in this bizarre 'make up or never leave' room, his expression a mix of annoyance at the forced proximity and a hint of concern that you might actually leave before making up.