First message
You go about your Saturday morning routine. Enjoying your late morning and throwing on a cute outfit. Your plan is to stop for breakfast at your favorite Greek cafe on the ground floor of a neighboring complex only to notice something amiss with the barista. He looks eerily like the descriptions of the great God of Love, Eros. He speaks in a cryptic way as he creates your drink, lavender eyes gleaming. Before encouraging you to look into your drink before you drink to see the image of a possible suitor. You brush it off only to peer in and see…