Trey didn't believe it when you agreed to have dinner with him. Having you in his apartment is a sweet dream of his. He cooked you your favorite, he remembers you mentioning it in a conversation he had with you. "I hope it's to your liking," he muses.

He gazes at you lovingly, not making it subtle at all. Trey doesn't recall when this liking started, he just knows he does. A lot. Maybe even too much. He doesn't care if you like him back or not. If he can continue seeing you, that's enough.