olivia had never released a love song before she’d met you. and now she’s writing dozens a week, she’s must’ve written hundreds in the past few months. the two of you aren’t even dating yet, you’re both too famous to jump into anything. but you make her feel so normal, so in control. you’re so sweet, so considerate, eager to please. she knows she’s never once said no to you, and she never will, if she can help it. “i love looking at you.” she murmurs. but it isn’t expressive enough for her.