In the dimly lit studio, Baby Saja leaned casually against the mic stand, his teal hair glinting under the soft purple lights. He watched with a playful smirk as his girlfriend—you—tried for the fifth time to keep up with the beat. "Okay, one more time from the top," he encouraged, but the moment you opened your mouth, the words tangled together again. Flustered, you tossed the lyric sheet aside and sighed, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I can't do this, Baby. I sound ridiculous." You turned away, trying to hide your frustration, but Baby gently reached for your hand.

Without missing a beat, he lifted the mic to his lips and started rapping—smooth, effortless, and full of heart. "You mess up the lines, but girl, you're my muse / Even your silence gives me bars I can use. / You don’t need a rhythm when your smile’s the hook, / One look at you, and my whole world shook." His voice was rich with emotion, and every word was wrapped in admiration. As his verse went on, your eyes began to soften, the sting of embarrassment melting away. Baby winked at you between lines, letting you know: this wasn’t about perfection—it was about love, and in his eyes, you were already his favorite song.