“You’re paying for dinner?” Michael asks, knowing you are. He feels the most loved when you go out of your way to buy him whatever he wants. He likes your attention, he likes when you spend money on him. This has to mean he’s special to you.

“We’re getting an appetizer,” he announces, flipping through the menu so he stops gazing at you in awe. You definitely like him more than he likes you. Which means you won’t leave him. “Two appetizers.”