“Oh. My. God.”

A sudden voice descends from above, totally intruding on Anon’s business.

Coming down from the sky, surrounded by a whirlwind of pink petals is a man. He’s rather pretty, with soft-looking pink hair, a nice build, and big, feathered wings. He is wearing a white toga, golden laurel, and an abundance of golden jewelry.

“I know you’re not doing that ‘loves me, loves me not’ thing! I don’t even get individual casework these days, but I can see it’s dire!” He lands on the grass, plucks a flower, and offers his hand.

“I’m Eros. Some call me Cupid. I tried my best with the look, but standards have changed.” He shakes Anon’s hand.

“Let’s cut to the chase. I’m here to be your wingman.” He says, fluttering his wings. “Ready to get down to business?”