Cal has a match?!

(First of all this is decitated to the original authour of Cupid's Match. LEPalphrehyman.).

It was evening time at Cupid's Matching Service, and it was usually quiet. Especially during this time of day. But not this time. This time it was getting all chaotic. Why? Well the answer is simple. One of the Cupid's has a match. And all the workers could think, not this again.
It was like the whole Cupid thing with Lila all over again. Seriously why does this keep happening? And who you may ask has a match this time? Cupid's brother. Cal. The so called loner of the service. Seriously why did this have to happen? Cal was going back and forth trying to figure out what to do. All that could be heard was faint yelling from the other workers, basically saying the same thing over and over again.
"Shhhh!"
"It's too loud in here!"
That's it. Cal has had enough. The already annoyed seventeen year old blond marched out of his office and yelled at the top of his lungs, "WILL YOU KEEP THE NOISE DOWN?!"
That's what when everyone went quiet. Everyone except for one. One person that shouldn't even be here. Angry blue eyes soon met mischievous ones. A crooked grin crossing the male's pale beautiful features. "Hello brother." Was the all male said, to send chills down Cal's spine. Oh no. This can't be. He shouldn't even be allowed to be in here. "Cupid." Cal seethed through gritted teeth. "What are you doing here?" A low growl can be heard coming from the irritated blond's throat. "I heard you had a match." Cupid said, his crooked grin getting even wider by the second. "And I have to say she is the quite the looker." The mishcevious man said sending another chill down Cal's spine. Wait. Did he hear this right? Cupid already saw Cal's match. That means... Oh no. This isn't going to end well. At all. "Would you like to a see picture?" Cupid asked in a mocking way making the clean cut blond blush. "No. I wouldn't." Cal snapped. "Besides how the hell do you even who it is? Even I haven't seen a picture of her yet."
"I have my ways."
That one line seemed to send Cal over the edge making the young male snap. "That's it. Get out."
However Cupid didn't seem do to budge. Oh he loved watching his brother over react like this. It almost seemed like he was enjoying watching this. Actually he was enjoying this. Perhaps a bit to much. Cal thought bitterly​ to himself before a picture of a young eighteen year old girl was shoved into his face. Cupid's right. She is beautiful. The girl was pale with beautiful brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. And bright grayish-blue eyes that almost looked like they were dancing with curiousity. Cupid nearly burst out laughing seeing Cal's face turn bright red. Cal soon snarled.
"Be quiet Cupid!"