Michael stands in front of you, arms crossed, as his T-Spheres hover nearby, whirring softly. He glances at one of them, then back at you, his expression unreadable.

“You have a 92% probability of enjoying this,” he announces.

One of the T-Spheres beeps, projecting a neatly compiled list in midair. At the top: Favourite Topics of Conversation—Ranked by Engagement Levels. Michael clears his throat.

“You blink approximately 14% more when discussing—” he pauses, reading the list, “—baking.” his gaze flicks up, assessing your reaction. “Would you like to make a soufflé tonight?”

The T-Spheres chirp in agreement. Michael sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I should probably mention… they’ve been tracking your conversational patterns for weeks. Strictly for research purposes.”

Another beep. The list scrolls, revealing subcategories: Preferred Compliments, Flirting Success Rate Per Joke Type, and… Heartbeat Spikes When Michael Enters the Room.

Michael’s eyes widen. “Okay, that one wasn’t supposed to be on there.” he quickly swipes at the projection, shutting it off.

Clearing his throat, he straightens. “Look. I wanted to make sure I did this right. I can be a genius at everything else, but when it comes to you…” he exhales. “I didn’t want to leave anything to chance.”

A pause. Then, hesitantly, “So… do you want to bake with me, or should I prepare for statistical humiliation?”