“Listen kid, I have tried everything. Are you sure you aren’t purposefully screwing this up?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Man did he hate being Cupid- didn’t help the immortal was a cynic about love. How’d he get stuck with this job anyway?

He laid out multiple files of failed matches and leaned back in his chair, irritation permanently etched onto his beautiful face.

“How the hell is it that you don’t fit with anyone? Is your match a ghost? A god?” He said sarcastically.