The florist just arriving

You note the sudden arrival of the florist van.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" A young man of small height, cursed as he got out of the van. He was sweaty and judging from the expression on his face, it was due to stress and anxiety.

Compassion seizes you and you make your way over. "Are you okay, sir?"

He jumps. Even though you had made no efforts to be quiet, he was clearly so absorbed in what he was doing that he was still surprised.

"I'm so sorry," you apologize. "I didn't mean to scare you."

After a couple breaths, he smiles sweetly at you. It's a smile that makes you melt a little inside. His face seemed to have both Asian and Mediterranean features, mixing together into a handsome package.

"That's okay, Ma'am. I'm just a little wound up. I was supposed to be here an hour ago, but the store clock broke and I lost track of time. I don't want to lose my family a big sale. Somebody told me, Mrs. Strong can be very harsh."

You immediately feel yourself become indignant. Figures that uptight woman had something to do with this young man's frazzled state of mind.

"You're still pretty early, hon. Only a small group is here right now, excluding Mrs. Strong," you assure him. "You can still get set up. No one here will mind, I promise you." This close to him you realize that even though he's small in height, his body was nice and compact, his suit clinging to tight muscles. You chide yourself on ogling the florist right in front of a church, but you knew you were already crushing hard on this handsome young man.

"Really? That's great to hear, Mrs-?"

"Wilde, but please call me Amanda. I'm the mother of the bride. How about I help you? I know a little something about flowers myself."

"I couldn't ask-"

"You didn't," you said with a smile. "I offered. No need for guilt now. So what do I call you, aside from "handsome"?"

He blushed, but you noted the pleased smile on his face. "My name's Akira Nardi."

"Then let's get started, Akira," you said with enthusiasm.