Tom was hungry. He was wandering around in the kitchen looking for a snack. He opened the refrigerator to look inside, while his roommates, Harrison and Y/n, were busy. Y/n was doing dishes, while Harrison was upstairs, decluttering. Tom picked up a jar of olives and flopped on the couch, twisting the cap. Getting no response from the lid, his eyebrows furrowed. He tried over and over again making various grunts each time. Yet the lid held firm. He shook his hand trying to release some of the pain in his hand. "Hey Haz!?" He shouted. "Yeah?!" Was the response.
"Could you do me a huge favor?"
Harrison walked in. "Sure, mate."
"Could you open this?" He showed Haz the jar that was causing him so much grief. Haz lifted an amused eyebrow, but complied. Haz gripped the lid and twisted, furrowed his eyebrows, and twisted again, to no avail. "Yikes." He said, his hands red. "Sorry, mate." He said as he handed back the jar. Tom pouted. "All I wanted was some olives."
"Why don't you get some then?" Y/n's voice came closer as she was walking towards them drying her hands. "I've tried." Tom sighed. "The lid is stuck."
Y/n outstretched her hand, silently asking for the jar. Tom and Harrison exchanged glances, as Tom gave in. Y/n gripped the side firmly, and popped the lid off almost immediately. Harrison's eyes widened, as Tom's mouth hung open. She calmly handed the jar and lid back to Tom. "How did you do that?" He inquired.
"Magic." She said as she waved her hands in the air. She walked out of the room, back into the kitchen. Tom looked back at Harrison, who shrugged. Tom also shrugged, and put his hand in the jar.
"Don't use your hands!" Y/n shouted from the kitchen. Tom looked around the room sheepishly, and pulled his hand out, only to find it was stuck. He shared a panicked look with Harrison, who shouted, "Y/n!"
