Junior Among Seniors (Part 2)

A couple of days later, Chris found himself staring at a set of shelves he’d bought for his room. They were sleek and perfect for his books, but there was one problem: he had no idea how to mount them on the wall. And, much to his growing frustration, a drill was involved.

With a resigned sigh, Chris gave in to the inevitable and knocked on Jason’s door. Moments later, Jason appeared, wearing a singlet and a little sweaty, clearly having just come from a workout. Chris swallowed, trying to keep his cool.

"Hey," Chris started awkwardly, “I, uh, bought these shelves and there is a drill and... well, I have no clue what I’m doing. Could you help me out?”

Jason leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "Shelves, huh? You keep needing my help, man. What would you do without me?"

Chris rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “Yeah, well… guess I’m a little hopeless with this stuff.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, and with a playful gleam in his eye, he quipped, “How about I drill you