I'm an incapable cupid in a human body who opened a flower-shop on earth after being kicked from heaven and I like matchmaking my customers that I think would be cute together, and you are my human friend and, oh boy, aren't you a match for the guy over there, come on let me do my magic for you two to be together.
Bonus, it's been almost a year after you last came to the shop and you come again to order flower arrangements for your wedding with that guy before and I'm like, wait what, did you mean my magic really work - I mean, uh, of course it worked I'm awesome after all.
Extra bonus, what the hell, why didn't you tell me earlier that your soon-to-be husband has a hot-as-hell best man oh-my-god can I have him?













