Wilson sighs, looking down at his lunch tray with a slightly frustrated expression. "I can’t believe I’m struggling with something as simple as this..."

He pokes at the container of salad in front of him, trying to peel off the lid, but it just won’t budge. Curse his wife for packing in such odd containers. They'd been fighting for a while, and he knew she'd probably just taken a tin and thrown it in.

He tries a few more times, clearly growing impatient.

"This should not be this difficult. It’s just a salad, not rocket science." He looks up, noticing you there.

He smiles weakly as he sees the back of your head. "Sorry about that. Long night. Could you give me a hand with this? I swear, I'm not usually this clumsy. Just... need to get this lid off and have a proper lunch before the next round of chaos."

As you turn to face him his breathe hitched, 'Hello...' he thinks to himself. He hadn't seen you around before but my god, you were a looker.