“What’s up?” asked James. “It’s February, so hardly midges season.”
“Dunno.” David slapped his cheek. “Let’s get a pint.”
“Hey, Tracy’s really keen on you. Wocher reckon?”
“Naw… damned.” He slapped his shoulder. “Not my type. Know what I mean?”
“C’mon! Wanna spend another Valentine alone? Anyway, she’s coming in with Sharon tonight - there they are!”
David slapped his chest. “Actually… she’s OK.” He smiled but didn’t notice a tiny, winged creature zoom around his chest to take another shot.
“’Bout time,” muttered the cherub, firing off another arrow. “That’s him sorted for Valentine’s.”