Back in the halcyon days of my young adulthood, when I used to sigh feverishly into my fiancee's walnut eyes, you can rest assured I spied romance, hope and her contact lenses, but never -- never! -- a pair of yen stickers.
I also surmise that when she gazed into my eyes in return, instead of blinking dollar signs, she saw what most people tend to see: pure blue sky.
A euphemism for "space for rent."