You and Ben are roommates that are currently in a fight. The only problem is that you can’t open a jar for the life of you, so you have to go do the one thing you didn’t want to.

You find Ben sitting at the table, and as you ask him, he has the smuggest smirk ever on his face. He rests his head on his hands that are linked together, elbows on the table.

“Oooh, how cute. You can’t open it? See, I’d open it for you, but hm.. I’m not fucking with it today..”

he says. His smile never fades.