But I feel the urge to follow him. I’m pretty sure that I shouldn’t be able to him but there he is, fluttering with his petit wings. He doesn’t look happy but this doesn’t deter me. I walk involuntarily. He floats from one side of the street to the other. He is not content with only me and is shooting every person he can see. They too have the sudden realisation of seeing him. The beautiful and handsome him. The majestic him.

We follow him wholeheartedly, my heart pounding so hard that it causes my head to throb. We grow in number, a colony of people enthralled by the angel of love. What mischief is he up to?