A wonderful Sunday morning, the sun was shining, casting beams of sunlight throughout the shop, birds were chirping, flowers as fresh as ever.

And there a florist was, organising flowers with such delight and ease- was what Ryan wish was happening

"No,no…"

Ryan had been asked to make flower arrangements for a wedding ceremony, and he'd been stressing. It would be an important day for them, and Ryan would hate to mess it up. But after twelve attempts at arranging, he felt like an idiot