"Hey... Why are you standing naked with a bow and arrow in your hand? And... is that wings you've got on your body? Who are you by the way, and what the fuck are you doing here, sneaking up on people. I'm calling the cops right away."

"Umm.... I'm afraid I don't know how to explain. But ever heard about Cupid--the God of Love?"

"Cupid-what??"

"Cupid--Greek God of Love." Cupid replies as calmly as possible.

"What do you think I am, huh? Do I look like a fucking idiot to you? Can you see a big AH written on my forehead?? 
The Greek civilization died hundreds of years ago. And for your kind information, I DO NOT believe in any damn God or love. Do you get it, Mr- whatever your name is.."

"Cupid."

"Yes, Mr. Cupid."

Rolling his eyes, annoyance clear on his face, Cupid says, "I'm not a Mister. On second thoughts, I'd like to ask something. If you don't mind."

"Sure. But no corny stuff. I ain't getting my hands dirty with you freaking Gods shit."

"Can you see me? Like clearly?"

"Is that a question? Or are you outta your mind... Seriously man, you need to see a psychiatrist right away. Imma gonna call 911 to spare you the trouble."

"No, wait. Stop. Please. Don't call the--what do you say in your language, 911. What can I do to convince you that I am really Cupid?"

"I was going to state the obvious--make people fall in love. Nah... but that's too easy, isn't it? How about... (thinks for a minute) convincing me or rather making me a believer that love or the concept of love does exist."

"That's it? I thought you'd make me rain hearts or snow clouds full of love here. (Laughs sarcastically)  "Okie-dokie. If that's what you want." Shrugging his shoulders, he adds, "But don't blame me if you come to believe in love."

"Are you crazy? I won't! Of course, I won't. I'll never believe in love. Your so called magic tricks will all go waste. Even if you use those God damn arrows. I'm too hardened for love."

"Too hardened you say, right?" I take it as a challenge. With a twinkle in his eyes, "The future of love rests with me.
I'll make you fall in love with yourself for a start. To soften your heart. The rest will automatically follow. Sometimes loving oneself is the best form of love. Makes sense?"

With a nod, "Yes--No. I don't wanna believe you. But... we'll see. Will you use a spell?"

"Hmmm... it's not really a spell, to be honest. But just a couple of words I use to induce:
"Love is in the air
  The snow's falling with flair,
  Dig your heels a little deep
  Love thyself for keeps."

"There... we are all good, my man". Cupid suddenly feels himself pulled into a bear hug. "What is th--" the words stopped mid-way. 

He hears a muffled "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much. I realised, I haven't hugged anyone in ages. Makes me feel so nice. Thanks once again, Cupid!"