“You know…” Artem begins, clearing his throat awkwardly. He pointedly ignores your toe running up and down his leg beneath the table. “You don’t have to ‘return the favour’ each time I buy you something.”

Artem thinks you’re rather forward, but not in a bad way. You like spending time with him. He takes care of many of your financial problems, sure, but that’s what lovers do, right? Unless he’s got the situation completely wrong, which often tends to be the case.