His eyes were a striking blue, like blue Gatorade, and his cheeks were flushed, like red Gatorade. His demeanor was mysterious, yet refreshing, like yellow Gatorade. And his shirt was the hue of orange Gatorade
there’s not really a shorthand for “i think i have a bit of a crush on you and i’m not going to do anything about it due to risk of messiness but the door is wide open for you to do something about it”