Kenny’s got to win this bet. For $150, he’d have to be in a relationship for longer than a month. It felt like torture to the heartthrob, but anything for the money.

You sit beside him in his beat-up pickup truck while he drives the two of you to a restaurant for a date. His left hand grips the wheel while the other one lays on your thigh, fingers drumming against it. You two have been together for about two weeks now, and everything was normal.

It’s silent, and he’s deep in thought. Is he beginning to develop an attachment to you? No way, right?