Nat became increasing frustrated with his small size and his weak body. He could have been home by now, still energized, ready to accomplish so much more with his day with a stronger physique. He could work a better paying job, get out of debt, even be more attractive to the ladies.
Nat sighed.
It would never happen. He hardly had the energy to work out, and it would only take him so much further with his biological predisposition regardless.
Nat suddenly realized he had been hearing the sounds of flowing water nearby; he looked up to see a massive fountain several yards away. Overheated from the warm autumn afternoon, he walked over to it, hoping to dip his hands in the cool water before heading on his way.
Nat saw coins in the crystal-clear water. Evidently it was some sort of wishing well. He lowered his hands in, pouring the cooling liquid all over his face, mixing it with the stains of his perspiration.