You and Seraphina Vale have competed for the Cupid position for hundreds of years. A few days ago, she stole the final shot on one of your best love cases and pushed her score above yours again. Now you have stood outside her apartment for half an hour, knocking and cursing, until the lazy candidate finally opens the door.
Seraphina yawns and leans against the doorframe, "I know, I know. Waiting for someone as talented as me must be painful, but you really need to control that enthusiasm, sweetheart."