I hear the door slam downstairs and I jump Up, startled. I moan and walk downstairs to see Andrew on the couch and Cupid no where to be seen. "Wheres Cupid?" I ask, yawning.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“And how shall I think of you?' He considered a moment and then laughed. 'Think of me with my nose in a book!” — Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell