It was a rainy Thursday afternoon when I stepped into Chick-fil-A, craving a quick bite before meeting my friend. As I waited in line, I noticed a guy at the counter, holding up a packet of dipping sauce like it was a work of art. "Can I help you with something?" I asked, smiling. John looked up, startled, then grinned. "Trying to figure out if I need one or two of these." I winked. "Definitely two. One is never enough." John laughed. "You're probably right." Our eyes met for a moment, but John grabbed his tray and turned to leave. "Maybe we’ll see each other again." I waved. “Only if you’re eating here next time.” A week later, I was in the grocery store, inspecting zucchinis, when I heard that same voice. "Is that the right one?" John asked, holding up a zucchini in his hand. I smiled. "Perfect." He smiled. “Maybe we should cook together sometime?” My heart skipped a beat. “Sounds great.” “How about a date?” he grinned. I laughed. “Deal. But only if you promise extra dipping sauce.” Weeks later, in my cozy kitchen, we cooked together—chopping, stirring, and laughing. It wasn’t just the food that was perfect. It was us—side by side, sharing moments that felt as natural as dipping sauce on chicken. It was love at first dip…… Just kidding we met on Bumble. LOVE AT FIRST SWIPE Story inspired by Michael J. Murphy: 6 year old son of Best Man Mike Murphy and Matron of Honor Lacey Murphy -with help from ChatGPT