I'm not lucky. I'm just lucky I met you.

I'm lowkey hoping you're lowkey hoping too.

I planned a whole speech. Then you smiled and I forgot it.

I'd rate you, but you'd break the scale.

I already like you. The rest is just details.

Your vibe matches my Friday night.

You make confidence look easy, and me look nervous.

I think we'd look good in the same photo.

I'd rather be confused with you than certain with anyone else.

My friends think I'm smooth. You're making me a liar.

Tell me something nobody knows about you. I'll keep it safe.

You're the kind of distraction I'd happily miss a deadline for.

I don't know your favourite colour yet, but I want to.

You're the kind of cute that's distracting in a meeting.

You have the kind of face I'd find in any crowd.