Indyologist notices a guy in the front row staring amorously in her direction. He blinks revealing the words. "Love You" printed on his eyelids.
Indyologist pauses, stunned, disbelieving, and a little flattered by the attention from this attractive student in the front row. She wonders, "How was he able to print it on his eyelids by himself?" and, "What kind of guy rights love notes on his eyelids?"
The guy, who calls himself Lucky, blinks again, slower, so that Indyologist can better see the note that was indeed meant for her alone.
Their romantic reverie is interrupted when Indyologist realizes that Lucky is certainly no Harrison Ford.
Sorry, I could not resist the set up.