Your crush walks into the room — what does your body betray you into doing?

Lock eye contact like a confident little menace

Trip over a word, recover with a grin that somehow works

Evaporate inward and rebuild yourself three feet away

Stay breezy, wave, keep it unreasonably chill

In public, do strangers' eyes seem to linger on you a second too long?

Yes, constantly — it's practically a second hobby

Not really, I'm mostly inside my own head

Yes, and I still think about who wrote it

No, my love life operates mostly on rumor

Smoke, old books, and a rumor someone started about you

Warm bread, inside jokes, and the urge to laugh out loud

Vanilla, soft sunlight, and someone reliable you want to hug

Citrus, sharp perfume, and main-character confidence

Yes, specifically, persistently, and a little embarrassingly

Honestly, multiple — my brain is an airport

Maybe? The feelings refuse to fill out the paperwork

Nope, my crush energy is in rest mode right now