Page 2 of Love is Cupid

Before I do, though, I want to meet my three assignments.

I like to get a feel for them before I make any judgments based on their files.

First up, Mr. Love Struck himself.

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Iwalk into the coffee shop, taking a deep breath. The scent of sweet, fresh coffee beans hits my nose, and I shiver. Mmm, it smells so good. I’m getting an extra large iced vanilla latte. Might as well get myself a tasty treat since I’m here.

My target is already at the counter ordering. He’s an attractive man with dark brown hair that’s cut in a clean style, with the sides a bit shorter than the top. His hazel eyes look kind with an edge of sadness, but overall he’s just got a teddy bear vibe to him.

I have a feeling I’ll like this guy. He’s a relatively tall guy with the build of what I’d think a baseball player would have. Athletic, but not overly toned. He’s attractive in that boy-next-door kind of way, especially in his simple light denim jeans and grayish-blue, long-sleeve crew neck shirt. Not average, but not overly remarkable either. The kind of guy who smiles at everyone in the room and doesn’t make you the least bit uncomfortable.

I’ve noticed that when men whom society deems attractive flirt with the shier women, they get uncomfortable. Quiet and closed off. Like it’s a trap. That makes my heart sad because they didn’t learn to react like that for no reason. This man seems to set the women around him at ease.

I quickly get in line behind him and just listen to his interactions.

“Wow, you look beautiful today,” Mr. Love Struck says to the girl taking his order, and I try to hold back my laugh. How many stray arrows did this poor guy get hit with?

“Thank you, Clay.” The barista bats her eyelashes and blushes pink. Thanks to my powers, I can feel his desire kick up a notch…but it feels odd.

His desire isn’t exactly for her, but more so, a desire to be wanted.

Oh, biscuits.I’ve got my work cut out for me here.

He takes longer than what would be considered normal to pay like he’s soaking in every ounce of attention the barista will give, and then makes his way to the end of the counter. I place my order and head to the back of the café to wait for it, keeping my eyes on the target.

Clay, my little lover boy, exudes flirtation. He has this‘please come give me attention’sort of demeanor. Like a puppy dog. You know the ones. They waggle their tails at every person who passes them by, begging for pets.

He sees me as he turns and does a double take. Humans can’t see my wings, but they can certainly see my long red hair and gorgeous body that I work very hard on. And by work hard, I just mean stuffing my face with copious amounts of food.

What?I’m sexy, and I know it—or whatever that one guy said. Cupids tend to be very attractive no matter what our age. It just makes the job easier if we look desirable.

I drop my gaze to the floor, not wanting him to come over and talk to me, and thankfully it works.

He zeros in on the pretty girl sitting at a table next to me and starts flirting up a storm. As he does, I get a better sense of the kind of man he is.

Which is a good man. Just a really, really needy one. He wants attention and affection. But he’s polite and kind. Sweet and intelligent.

Finding the right kind of woman for him shouldn’t be too hard.

After I grab my drink order, I use my magic to find my next assignment.

Mr. Heartbreaker.

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Turns out, Mr. Heartbreaker owns a bar—because, of course, he does. It’s actually nice here, though, and not at all what I was imagining it would be like. I half expected a strip club to be honest. From what his file says, it isn’t out of the realm of possibility. The manloveswomen.

There are multiple bodyguards making sure none of the patrons get too handsy with anyone who isn’t willing. The bartenders all appear to be well-trained. There are dancers of the non-stripping variety, and the servers are stunning. Women are absolutely everywhere. It could be fun to spend a night here just dancing, I have to admit. Might add that to my to-do list once this mission is complete.

I do stand out a bit in this pink dress, though. But what can I say, I’m a Cupid. We wear pink. It makes my red hair look even better, and I won’t lie about disliking the attention. What? I’m a Cupid dude, my magic thrives for a reason.

My assignment is standing in the VIP area, leaning his arms against the rail that separates it from the other sections, as he peers down at his customers. He’s dressed in a black v-neck shirt underneath an expensive-looking suit jacket that fits him perfectly and black slacks. His dark blonde hair is styled to the side, with not a single strand out of place. A few tattoos peek out from beneath the cuffs of his jacket, giving him a much edgier look than Clay. He’s slender, but it’s obvious there’s muscle hiding beneath his expensive clothing. And his eyes that roam the room are a piercing amber shade. All in all, he looks like a heartbreaker personified.

His eyes find me, and I don’t mind it. He won’t remember he ever even saw me in five minutes, let alone a few days. Perks of cupid magic. Then again, he sees too many women to remember a random chick in the first place.

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