Good afternoon, would you like some LovAmor?
Hi, how are you? Would you like to try LovAmor?
-Hi. A little LovAmor? -No, thanks.
Hello. LovAmor?
CUPID IN LOVE
Hello.
Jesús?
Hello, Marcos.
How are you?
What are you doing?
Nothing, shooting arrows.
Like some LovAmor?
-What is this? -A job.
For Valentine's Day.
Acting's kind of thin on the ground.
Right.
I haven't seen you around for ages.
I've got this project, I don't have time to go out.
What project?
End of studies. Architecture.
And what is it?
I'm designing a building. A funeral parlour.
Cool.
I don't know about 'cool'...
Hey, you and I never exchanged numbers, did we?
-No, and I don't have... -Hold on.
I don't have any paper.
Hold on, let me.
Call me or write, whenever you like.
Okay.
Hey, I'm curious...
Maybe you can help me.
Curious about what?
What happens if Cupid likes somebody?
No, no.
Cupid can't fall in love.
Why is that?
Why? Because...
"Why?", he says.
Because, because...
Because it'd create an amorous-sentimental paradox
with terrible universal consequences.
A real hassle.
Okay, I get it, loud and clear.
I'll leave you then.
Shoot lots of arrows today.
I'll try.
Shoot me.
-What? -The arrow.
Call me.