Callista isn't exactly the best in the business. When it comes to being a cupid, she struggles, and her snarky little lovebird pixie assistant isn't any help. She's already in hot water with her boss and has to make her monthly quota by the cupids'...
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"Hey!" Poppy takes off my shoulder and zooms across Mr. Son's open apartment. She lands on a shelf with a minute statue of Aphrodite of Melos.
Of all the statues he could own, why the goddess of love?
Poppy, with a playful expression on her face, lifts her arms imitating the statue's missing limbs. She stands tall, comparing her height to that of the statue. "She's as tall as me," she remarks, her voice filled with awe and wonder. The intricacies of the statue's design and the sense of grandeur it exudes leave Poppy in a state of admiration.
"Don't touch anything," I slithered silently behind her as we trailed Mr. Son up the stairs. To my surprise, once we reached the top, I found myself standing in a spacious apartment that I never would have guessed was hiding above his humble bookstore. The apartment was decorated with a modern industrial touch that complemented the setting perfectly. The walls were adorned with abstract art pieces, while the furniture was minimalistic yet comfortable. From the plush sofa to the sleek coffee table, everything had a place and purpose. I couldn't help but admire the attention to detail that went into creating such an inviting space.
The entry has an open back bookshelf that separates the area from the kitchen. Partial walls block the rooms, yet every room can still be seen. Especially the bedroom, with only glass walls dividing it from the rest of the apartment. It's not a place that you invite people over often.
I start to wonder if he's a bit of a loner like myself.
Kiki walks by the shelf Poppy is standing on to head to his bedroom. "You can make yourself at home, Poppy."
She glows excitedly before she starts wheezing around the apartment, checking out every corner. I try to hold in my irritation that he overruled my authority as I close the door behind me with a little too much force. It gets Kiki to glance over his shoulder at me with a frown.
"Not much privacy," As I shift my eyes to the left of the door, I am struck by the highly unusual bathroom design. The walls are completely made of glass, with only the outer ones being opaque. The transparency of the walls allows for an unobstructed view of the shower and other bathroom fixtures, which is rather intriguing. I cannot help but wonder about the purpose of such a design choice and whether it serves any practical function. Despite the lack of privacy, I find myself captivated by the unique aesthetic of the glass bathroom walls.
Mr. Son walks over to a large towering cabinet in his room and opens it, showing off his entire wardrobe, which isn't much. My new parasitic friend is apparently a minimalist.
"I don't have guests over."
"Your place is huge!" Poppy excitedly flies around before crashing into a pane of glass that separates the kitchen from the bedroom.
She drops to the floor with a thud. My heart skips as I rush to her side and scoop her up. "Are you alright?"
"What was that?" She asks. Her eyes start to well up with tears as she rubs her forehead.
