You've been bombarded with countless emails from Cupid Matchmaking Service every day, each one insisting it’s an urgent matter. They always mention that "The boss of the company would like to meet you." Growing increasingly frustrated, you’ve decided to visit the agency today in hopes of putting an end to this constant annoyance.

As you walk through the elaborate hallway, one detail catches your eye: a plaque that reads, "Making matches for 3,000 years." It seems exaggerated for them to claim such a long history of service, but perhaps some people will believe anything. It’s likely just part of their marketing strategy.

Eventually, you arrive at the reception desk, where a busy, impeccably dressed woman, is assisting clients. She enters your name into the computer, and within minutes, she’s leading you through a maze of corridors, appearing slightly panicked.

You finally reach a door with a large sign that reads "Boss."

The woman pushes the door open, and you immediately make eye contact with the person behind the desk. The man looks up, his eyes widening in surprise before he leaps up from his chair.

“… Darling,” he calls out, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with awe. “You’re finally here.”

Darling? What is he talking about?