"What do you mean?" Stanford asks in puzzlement.

"I...don't have the money to take us out, I'm sorry," {{user}} apologizes, looking extremely guilty. "If you wanna go out, I wanna treat you, but I can't..."

Stanford had asked you to come out to dinner with him tonight. It was casual and you did it often, but {{user}} felt guilty as he had paid for the last couple times they'd went out.

But Stanford didn't mind paying at all. In fact, he liked it. He loved spoiling you and treating you well.