"The red ones are my favorite," Usagi proclaimed as she bit into another red gummy bear.

"Yeah," said Mamoru, "but that doesn't mean you can eat them all!" He said as he swiped a red bear out of her hand.

"Hey!" she protested and he dropped the red bear into her mouth as she opened her mouth to retaliate. She pulled at his shirt, bringing him closer. "Green?" she asked as she pulled a green one out of the bowl.

"Sure," said Mamoru as she dropped the bear into his hand.

The pair were sharing a large bowl filled with gummy bears that Motoki had provided for them. They had been devouring the treats for a half hour and weren't even finished with half the contents of the bowl.

The blonde owner's eyes went from the bowl to the clock to the door. And repeated this pattern every few seconds.

Come on, come on, come on! Thought Motoki. I only bought one bag of gummy bears, and they can't eat them all day. And you're already late!

Looking at the pair before him, he thought back to what happened yesterday. Jogging through the park, he ran into Cupid. Thinking the man dressed in a red suit was completely insane, Motoki proceeded to walk far away from the man. Far, far away.

But the man caught up to him and explained to the blonde that while he is not the actual God of Desire, he had the knack of getting people together.

On dates.

Which is exactly what Motoki was hoping for with his two friends. The same friends that sat before him in his arcade sharing a bowl of gummy bears. He bought the treats hoping to keep them occupied at the arcade until Cupid could work his magic.

Motoki looked back at the bowl to see it was still only about half empty. No need to worry about running out of them yet. He looked at the clock to see that Cupid was late. And getting later by the minute. He looked at the door hoping to catch the man entering the arcade.

And there he was!

He was walking up the arcade door when Motoki ran from the counter—"Keep eating the gummy bears!" he yelled at the pair as he rushed out the door to meet the man in red.

"Hi," said Cupid out of breath. He was clutching his chest and looked rather flushed.

"You're late!" said Motoki a little annoyed. I almost missed my chance of getting them together!

"Sorry, sorry," said the man in red. He stood up straight and tried to look more professional while still heaving. "My last appointment ran longer than expected, but let's get started."

"Good," said Motoki as he faced the arcade door. Usagi and Mamoru were in clear view through the glass door. "There they are," he said pointing at the raven haired man sitting next to the blonde.

"There who are?" Cupid asked as he leaned in closer to where Motoki pointed.

"The two I want you to get together—work your magic and make them a couple."

"What? Those two?" asked Cupid pointing with Motoki. "The black haired guy and the blonde girl?"

"Yeah, those two."

"What?" Cupid asked turning to Motoki. He looked confused. "I can't do that!"

"Why not?" asked the blonde haired man. "You said you could help!"

"Look, buddy," said Cupid getting annoyed at Motoki, "I don't know if this is your idea of a joke—"

"A joke?" Motoki gripped the man his collar and shook him. "I have seen those two scream and bicker at each other for three years! They arrive at the same time and keep sitting in those same seats—right next to each other—and neither of them would come at a time the other isn't there, or heaven forbid sit apart from each other."

"But—"

"No buts!" He shook the man harder.

"Can't…breath…"

"They can't seem to get it, but they're prefect for each other. You hear me? Perfect!"

"I know!" Cupid pulled away from Motoki and coughed. He gripped his neck and turned to look at the couple.

"Now make them date!" cried Motoki.

Cupid turned back to Motoki and just gave a smile. "I can't make two people date when they're already dating."

"What?" Motoki looked very confused.

Cupid pointed to the couple.

Mamoru pulled Usagi close, trying to wrestle a gummy bear out of her hands as she buried her laughs in his neck.

"They do that all the time," said Motoki softly.

"Yeah? For three years?"

"Yeah, just about."

"Maybe they don't know it," said Cupid straightening the collar of his suit, "And maybe they haven't put a title to their relationship," he squeezed Motoki's shoulder, "but they're definitely dating."