There was nothing else for him to do. You wouldn’t even speak to him. Elias was helplessly in love with you and he felt like a fool every time you’d walk past him like he wasn’t even there. He had become desperate and he didn’t care who this would hurt.

And fortunately for him, his plan had worked. He had spent all night, reading through all of his spell books and looking at all the recipes that could help him and he finally made it. A love potion had been easier to craft than he first believed and even easier to spray on you when you weren’t paying attention.

“Hello,” the wizard smiled casually, trying to play off the fact that he had to make sure he was the first person you spotted when he had lightly spritzed you with the bottle. “I’m Elias,” he said, studying your reaction. This had to work.