Houston, we have a wedding!

Heather was five minutes late when she hurried into the cozy ramen shop, scanning the tables before spotting Dylan waiting at a corner booth. She flashed an apologetic smile as she slipped into the seat across from him, relieved to see him smiling back. They’d only matched on Hinge a few days earlier, bonding over their love of trying new foods, and she’d been excited for this meet-up ever since. Conversation started easily, laughter flowing as they swapped stories about their worst ramen fails and debated spice levels. But when their bowls finally arrived, Heather leaned in, eyes twinkling. “Ramen’s great, but honestly, nothing beats pizza,” she said with a grin. Dylan’s face lit up as if she’d unlocked a secret. “Are you serious? I’m obsessed with pizza. My family thinks it’s a problem. I’ll talk toppings, crust styles, even the science behind the perfect slice with anyone who’ll listen. I once planned a whole road trip just to hit top-rated pizza spots across three states.” Heather laughed, wide-eyed. “Same! I know every good pizza place in the city, and my friends are so over my pizza rants.” They both leaned in, practically in unison: “Cheese with Pepperoni.” The ramen was quickly forgotten as Dylan launched into his favorite pizza stories, from hidden gems he’d hunted down to his attempts at crafting the perfect dough. By the time the check came, Dylan suggested they skip dessert there and grab a slice from his favorite spot nearby. Heather agreed, her heart racing with excitement at meeting someone who shared her love for both ramen and pizza—especially pizza. As they walked out together, it felt like they’d stumbled onto something rare and cheesy, in the best way possible.