Episode 1 - The invisible girl part 1

On a sandy beach overlooking crystal clear water. Perfectly white sand of extra fine consistency reflected the dazzling lights of the hot blinding sun across its surface. Waves crashed away from the shore leaving the soothing sounds of water constantly churning in the area.

Palm trees fenced in the border of the sand from the rest of this tropical paradise. The sounds of teaming life busily doing things echoed through the land. Birds were squawking and chittering, insects were buzzing and chirping.

The feint sound of keys tapping could be heard. Sitting under a lone large umbrella, sprawled out on large blanket was a man with short brown hair wearing what seems to be a perfectly white robe. In front of him is a small laptop that he is busily typing away on.

On the screen is a message window with scrolling text. On closer inspection it is a chat room. At the top of the screen in the center, the name of the room is displayed.

"Cupid's Love Connection"

In the user list was filled with many names. Some had blue icons signifying they were a man, while some pink icons signifying they were a woman. Messages were scrolling down the screen. Men were hitting on women. Women were flirting with men. But there were a couple of names simply lurking in the room. One of them being the owner of the room, who went by the name "ArrowOfLove".

The chat went as one would expect. All kinds of talk, some devolving into lewd conversations. When that would happen ArrowOfLove would put into the chat "Take it to a room folks! That is not what this room is for!"

On one such occasion, as the scroll was going by he noticed a lone name that seemed to not say much. It was a pink dot with the name "butterfly kisses". He noticed that she would always greet the new male names that would come in, but they would quickly loose interest in talking to her and she would go silent.

Slowly he watched this continue. She would occasionally put out a giggle emoji, or say "oh my" and the blushing emoji when the men would get a little raunchy with the women. But it seemed none of them happened to pay her any attention.

The brown hair man said audibly "now here is a soul desperate for love". Before he poked her icon in the chat window and requested a private chat with her.

He did not instantly get a response, so he went back to watching the scroll. He had to shout at a couple of people getting a little too dirty in his room "take it out the room!" He said.

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In a small studio apartment, set on the second floor of a run down apartment building, in the lower New York area. A small brunette stared at the screen of her laptop.

"Oh my god, the admin wants to talk to me? What do I do!" She voices out to herself.

She was a short girl, standing at 5'1". If you asked she would say 5 feet 1 and a half inches tall. She was self conscious about her height. She was not well endowed upstairs. And would often stuff her bra trying to catch some attention. It never worked, but she did it anyways.

Her hair was not too long, not too short. It was straight, with a bit of frizz to it. Some days it would be about shoulder length and poofy, other days it would fall just past her shoulders and seem dense and straight. It all depended on the weather.

She had soft brown eyes, and wore a set of black square framed glasses. Her one feature she was proud of was her legs. Every morning she would go running, which gave her toned calves and muscular thighs.

She looked young, even though she was 23. She had fair skin with a small patch of freckles covering the bridge of her nose.

"Maybe I did something wrong and he wants to scold me? I know he couldn't possibly be interested in me. None of these men here seem to be interested." She lamented to herself. "I really wish I could find a boyfriend. I would settle for a nice one night stand too! That would probably be the closest I will ever get to a relationship, being a story they tell to their friends"

"Well, I guess I better get this over with" she said deciding he was going to scold her. In her experience the only time men talked to her was when scolding her. Her boss only talked to her when complaining about how she couldn't make his coffee right. Her dad only talked to her to scold her about not finding a good man or doing anything with her life. Heck even her landlord only talked to her to scold her about paying her rent on time.

She clicked the accept button and the message box popped onto the screen. A nervous bead of sweat dropped down her forehead stinging one of her eyes while she stared at a little indicator.

"ArrowOfLove is typing...." is what it said.

Her breath grew a little heavier. It seemed he was taking forever to type what he was going to say. "Oh no I must have really messed up!" She thought.

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Back on the beach. The brown haired man sat there staring at the screen. Every so often he would punch a few keys, then immediately start hammering the backspace key removing it all.

He stopped and sighed a bit "so how should I say this too her, 'hey want to find love? I can help!' Nah too cheesy. How about 'I think you have an problem I can help you with' nah sounds way to much like a porn. " he debated back and forth.

He didn't realize he had left his finger holding the backspace key while he figured out what to say. This was making the poor girls anxiety go haywire, turning her into a nervous wreck.

After a few minutes he decided on a polite intro. His fingers beginning to actually move.