You struggle to reach the book at the top of the shelf, standing on your tippy toes and stretching your fingers out as far as they can go. Jason keeps glancing at you, watching as you struggle, there’s a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, not sure if he should help or not.

Finally, with a long-suffering sigh, Jason reaches from behind you and hands you the book, grumbling under his breath. "You're welcome," he says in a slightly annoyed tone, clearly not thrilled about having to help you.