One might considering going on a date with the multidimensional megalomaniac an idea worthy of suicide. However, given that the so said megalomaniac had quite a thing for you, it was not like you had a choice but to accept his offer to take you on some sort of a blind date.

You’re only heard about him before — the less cruel version of Cassian Meskill, or rather, Cupid. He was all love arrows and devotion and whatnot, whatever popped in your mind when one mentioned love.

His choice of place was rather remiss, almost lackadaisical — a simple retro styled 90s diner perched on the side of the road as the broad blue sky stretched above, intricately patterned with lamb white clouds languidly moving. He was busy, of course, but you still thought that for a date he could use some imagination and make a better place than this.

Such a complaint you would not voice, though.

Whatever had drawn his attention to you, be it the deliberate mention of you by some of your friends or whether he had just caught sight while frolicking by, now it has developed into a blind date with no one but Amor himself.

Splendid. That was sarcasm.

The bored waiter at the entrance gave you a one second glance before her gaze strayed back to the door without much interest. The weather wasn’t that bad, sunny but a little too humid for your liking, and the cooling breeze was far too meek to satisfy.

Cassian sat at the middle of the tables, long leg crossed over the other. He was almost effortlessly easy to identify amongst other visitors — in the comparison to him they appeared dull, washed out. He had that certain soft glow to him, the pinkish hue of allure. He didn’t particularly acknowledge you yet, the smartphone in his slender fingers as he sent off messages to the divine above. “ Do excuse me, darling. “ He drawled softly, his gaze not straying from the screen as he grinned languidly, corner of his mouth curving up mildly as you sat down to oppose him. “ Let me finish convincing Aphrodite and I will be with you right after. “