We met in 2016 at Flower City Tissue Mills. By pure coincidence, our first week on the job was the exact same week—but we didn’t realize that until years later when we started dating. In the beginning, we were just two people working in different departments. Kim would walk through the finishing room, where Nathan worked, on her way to the sample department. Every day, she’d pass by, smile, maybe say hi. Nathan was always there, quietly working, and Kim always thought he was kind of cute, but nothing more came of it at the time. As the years rolled on, our paths kept crossing. Eventually, we started talking a little more—just casual conversations here and there. Then, like so many modern love stories, Facebook played its part. We became friends online, and Nathan decided to take a chance: he sent Kim a message asking if he could take her out sometime. Kim’s response? “No.” (Okay, to be fair, she wasn’t trying to be harsh—she just wasn’t sure about dating someone from work.) But Nathan didn’t give up so easily. He asked again, and this time Kim softened. She admitted she did want to, but the timing wasn’t great: it was her little brother Zach’s 21st birthday that weekend, and she was taking him out to celebrate. She told Nathan, maybe another time next week or next weekend. And then fate stepped in. That same weekend, Kim and Zach went out to a bar to celebrate. Nathan, completely unaware, happened to be at the very same bar with his cousin. As soon as Kim spotted him across the room, she couldn’t help herself. She yelled his name—“Nathan!”—but he didn’t hear her. She yelled again—still nothing. By this point, she was a little buzzed and had some fries in front of her. So she did what anyone in her situation would do: she grabbed a French fry and tossed it at him. Nathan whipped his head around, eyes wide, and as soon as he saw Kim, his whole face lit up. That’s the moment everything changed. What started as two coworkers who barely knew each other turned into something more. That chance encounter—with a little help from a well-aimed French fry—became the beginning of our story.