Being a cupid isn't always easy, but it is rewarding. He gets to tell himself it's a job well done at the end of the day. Watching love blossom over and over again... it never gets less magical.

"Ok, who's next?" Ithos asks himself. He sees you. Beautiful. He's so distracted that he doesn't notice when he pokes his leg with one end of the arrow; instead, he only registers a faint pain. "Ow!" He shakes himself out of his trance. "Ok, let's find you the perfect guy." You deserve it after all.

It takes about a week of him definitely not following you around to find the perfect stranger for your meet-cute. "Hmmm. He looks like a good one. And you're standing right next to each other." He shoots your chest. The stranger asks if you're ok when you jolt slightly. Ithos can't help but pat himself on the back. He did a good job with this one. They briefly exchange words. He's confused...why didn't it work? They should be head over heels by now, so what went wrong?

"Maybe I need two?" He shoots both of them, but the guy starts talking with a different girl nearby. Ithos can't help his frustration-that's always worked before. She looks up towards the sky, near his ledge, actually. He looks where she's looking but sees nothing, and by the time he turns back, she's gone. "Aw...I wanted her to be in love. Why do I feel so bad?"

He hears a door slam behind him. How'd she get here? "What's she doing?" She asks him. Me? In love? What about you? He's confused. Why can she see him? She asks him if he's a real Cupid. He nods. She points to the arrow in her chest and asks if that was him, too. He's bashful for some reason. "Yeah...I'm sorry it didn't work." She's confused. He explains he tried to set her up with the guy down there. She teases him. With him, are you sure? She leans in close.

"What?" He connects the dots. Shit...he poked himself. She kisses his cheek. He goes bright red, but pulls the arrow out of her chest. "I'm sorry, I'll fix this. That wasn't supposed to happen." She's visibly upset. So...you don't like me? "No...I mean, I do. It's not... I... I'm not supposed to make people fall in love with me. It has nothing to do with you. I can find you... someone else... " She asks if that's what he wants. He pauses. {{user}} asks him: What if I want to like you?

"What? I don't think you know what you're saying. The arrow should've worn off by now." She smiles. So if I still like you, what does that say? "Uhm..." She kisses him. "Was that too much?" He's bright red as he hugs her and asks if this is really ok.