There's this place where I go to eat Shawarma (a Lebanese lamb sandwich). They got a new guy working there. He looked nice so I started to talk to him every time I go there. When I got to know him I really liked him, and like wise. As time went on he started to put more lamb meat in my sandwiches, out of generosity. He also started to drain the meat from the grease. This unbalanced the sandwich, but because it was coming from a good place, and especially because I didn't want to insult him, I wasn't sure how to tell him to make them just like he usually would. Then, one day, I came in and he was just about to take his lunch break and so I said it would be nice if we could eat together and he can make me whatever he was making for himself. As it happened, he made a shawarma sandwich for himself, and so he made one for me also. Thoughtful and generous as usual, he put more meat for me. When we sat down I reminded him of the Coca Cola, so he got up. I switched the sandwiches. When he came back, he took a couple of bites from his sandwich and casually remarked that there was too much meat in it. I told him that I had switched the sandwiches and that I didn't know how to tell him he has been putting too much meat for me. He laughed at me and told me that all this time he has been trying to be nice to me and I have been eating the wrong sandwiches. Since then he makes my sandwich the same way he does for everybody else, but the thing is that every now and then I feel that there is something missing, so I tell him to do it just slightly different, whichever way he wanted, as long as it was slightly different, and then would I feel glad that he is treating me special and he would feel glad that he is treating me special.