Pablo was in the bed.
Cupid was staring at him.
Pablo's eyes were closed, the room was filled with silence until he broke it himself:
"What were you telling the Gods about me?"
"Oh. They were just wondering about your intenti—wait what? How did you know I was talking about you with the Gods?"
"I sensed your gaze on me a few times and people, no, stupid people like you, usually look at the person whom they are talking about. And the Gods are the only ones you could be talking to."
Cupid sighed. "Your mind will explode one day if you think that much."
She didn't say anything about the stupid people part as she kind of agreed with that.
"Just tell me if they are going to answer or not. I don't have all day."
"They are. In five minutes. Rest till then. Let your mind be silent for a while."
"Sure."
Silence stayed in the room again and after five minutes, Pablo heard a paper rustling sound and sat up straight.
His eyes went to the diary and indeed, a new page was there.
