I look down at the paper and look at number five, "Uh..." right when I was about to say it Cupid walks back in, no longer drunk and sits down next to me. "Wucha doin'?"
"Homework. Something you bother never to do."
He laughs, "Let me see."
He takes the paper, "Number five is 56.4. Number six is 99.9. Number seven is 61.4.."
My jaw drops and I feel so weird. "Okay...Your younger then me and you..." I look at him confused and he grins.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!