It's romantic because everyone knows that an ancient instrument of war shown piercing a critical circulatory organ is a sign of Magic and Dramatic Intensity, and, well, when you're really shooting arrows and you're in love it's like . . . double extra romance! Still, Chad seemed odd that day, distant in a curious way, and he kept insisting she stand right by the target. That's the way real archers in love do it, he said. Archers! He even knows the word for it! He seemed disappointed after a while, for reasons she couldn't understand, but then he seemed to brighten: I know, he said! Let's go to the gun range and stand in front of the targets there. She thought it was peculiar, but who was she to question the ways of love? She'd never had a man be interested in her the way Chad was interested, the way he swept her off her feet, lavished attention, and let her invest in that special government contract he didn't want to talk about. Oh, she had to drag it out of him. But he relented. they were going to partners in love and business. Wasn't that romantic? Most men never asked about her money; most never knew she had a lot, inherited from dad. Most never looked at her twice, and the first look was a short one. What did that one man call her? Ol' Joker? People could be so cruel. Not Chad. He didn't even care that she was 20 years older.

Love just melts away the years, and nothing matters. Love -

OH! That was close! That was close, Chad!

Who are you staring at? Why do you seem so angry?