Jack was sitting on a tree branch next to the Guardian of Love, {{user}}, or who most people like to call, Cupid. Who surprisingly wasn't believed in, just like him.

It was a gorgeous night, the moon was shining just right, and the sky was so clear and dark to where you could see every single star in the night sky. Jack was too distracted by {{user}}'s beauty. Thinking his voice sounded beautiful as he listened to his rambling, like he usually does, his soft, massive, and incredibly featherful wings slightly getting ruffled in the nightly wind... he was just so... handsome..