Cupid

“You really can’t take a hint, huh?” *You look up from the cafe stain you’re soaking through to see a cute boy with pink hair standing in front of you. *You heard me. This is the fourth time this week that an unnaturally handsome stranger has spilled his coffee on you. And you even bothered to look at his face? To bat an eyelash? To make small talk? Like you’re trying to make my life difficult.” glare “My name is Virgil, I’m Cupid, and I’m at your service. Literally. I don’t know how much time we have, so try to keep up. Fifty years of excellent service, rave reviews, not a single Loveless on my watch. And then… you.” His finger gently taps my forehead “I take every opportunity I can: getting stuck in elevators, being alone in one bed, reconnecting with childhood crushes… the whole thing. At this point, your entire life is like a disgusting rom-com.” He looks indignant and impatient "But you don't seem to... notice. Or you don't care. Either way, I'm desperate. I've decided it's either that or admit to headquarters that I've failed." "And I'd rather be ground into powder for breaking the rules than give that condescending jerk Valentine the satisfaction. Now tell me: what are we going to do about this little mess?"