Nick adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, shoes squelching wetly against the linoleum as she meandered down the hallway looking for the lecture hall. It was a lucky break that he was able to get into this particular lecture series, coming in as late in the University signup process as he had. If the choice had been his to transfer he would have done things properly, gotten in and settled in the first wave instead of just filling empty spaces. It made him feel like a place-filler, someone who wasn't really real. It was bad enough that the young man was as nondescript as someone could be. Mousy brown hair in need of a trim curled about his ears, and though his eyes were blue, they were a dull near-grey shade of it. He was the very picture of average: neither tall nor short, fat nor remarkably slim; Nick was simply in fair shape, and eyes would seems to pass over him in a crowd as if he were part of the background. It was perhaps for this reason that, due to his own distraction, Nick collided with another student. Embarrassed, he muttered apologies and looked up to see just whom had run into him.