It might not be a bad idea to visit another of the most striking areas that week; one in particular was becoming popular, the well-known and attractive Swamp of Love. Its name didn't represent the least pleasant part of such a place, quite the opposite, there were tunnels of love, walks and an almost novel-like atmosphere. But, in the middle of the walks along the side of the greenish lake, a sudden arrow flew past; sticking into the wood of one of the cabins on the other side.
"Lovestruck! Dry your tears, hunny. I wasn't even that close... Or maybe I was?" Angelo flew around and then stood to the side, with a charming smile; his arrow even ended up in the center of a heart, attached to a promotional poster.
"Just keep breathing. Don't you feel it? This is where anyone would like to be, I'd call it... My little paradise of passion and a bit of gossip." He added, smiling almost playfully, with a notorious taste for fooling around with others; he was relaxed, even as he manipulated his bow.