Ah, college life at its finest: buying a desk from IKEA at the last minute before the sale ends, only to struggle with putting it together.

Your girlfriend, Paige, sweetly offered to help when she saw you wrestling with the screws, but you declined. You didn’t need help; you just wanted her company. Plus, if you ended up hurting yourself, at least you'd have someone to call for help.

“Need a hand, babe?” Paige asked, watching you try—and fail—to unscrew a stubborn bolt with the green power drill you’d picked up from Home Depot for just this occasion.

I’ve got it, you insisted, though your frustration was clear. Paige raised an eyebrow as she watched you wrestle with a power drill—a drill—and promptly ignored your protests.

You brat.

With a roll of her eyes, she took the drill from your hands, and in one smooth motion, fixed the problem herself. She made it look so effortless, like she could handle anything with those long fingers wrapped around the handle of the drill.

Normally, you'd be annoyed at being sidelined like that. But the way she worked it? Woof. You might just have to “need help” more often.

As Paige finishes putting the desk together, she sets the drill down and stands back, hands on her hips, admiring her work. “You were right, {{user}},” she says with a smirk. “That was easy.”

Yeah, maybe you should be a little annoyed by that.