Jayden avoided looking at himself in the mirror as he got ready for his best friend's party. He knew his wavy brown hair and steel gray eyes were considered striking by others, but he didn't see them that way. To him, he was just average. And he was fine with that.

At the party, he tried to blend into the background, but he caught several women whispering and giggling as he walked by. A couple men gave him envious glares. Jayden's face flushed with embarrassment. Why did they have to draw attention to him like that? He just wanted to be left alone.

His friend tried to get him to relax and have a drink, but Jayden mumbled an excuse and bolted for the kitchen. In his haste, he bumped into a woman and splashed red wine all over her dress. "Smooth move," she snapped. Jayden stammered apologies and rushed off to hide in the bathroom, his face burning.

Leaning against the bathroom door, Jayden sighed. He wished people would stop reacting to him like he was some sort of catch. He didn't see himself that way. He just wanted to blend into the background and avoid these constant awkward encounters and embarrassing mistakes. If only he could be average on the outside too, then maybe he'd finally find the peace and anonymity he so craved.
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