Personal Driver
My friend used to make me feel good when I drove him around. He sweet-talked me with stuff like “You’re the best driver I know!” and “I don’t trust anyone to drive me around but you.” His compliments made me feel very nice, but eventually, I started to see past them and realized that I was basically his chauffeur.
He never offered to help me out with gas, and he only wanted to see me if he had somewhere to go. So, one day, I picked him up and dropped him off at the bus stop.