I was between client calls. David had wrapped up a meeting. We both happened to stop at the same Chick-fil-A on a regular Tuesday, just hoping for something quick and comforting to eat. I overheard him ask for extra Chick-fil-A sauce and couldn’t help but smile as he passed by. He noticed and actually stopped to introduce himself. A quick exchange turned into shared laughter, and somehow, one meal turned into many. What started at a corner table with waffle fries and sweet tea quietly grew into something neither of us thought we wanted, but now, neither of us can imagine life without the other. Now, two years later… And we’re getting married. Because sometimes, love doesn’t need a reservation—just the right timing, and maybe a little extra sauce.

It was a Tuesday. My meeting ran long, and my stomach was protesting loudly; Chick-fil-A was the nearest salvation. I waddled in like a man on a mission, ordered my go-to (Spicy Deluxe, no pickles, extra Chick-fil-A sauce—don’t judge me), and was just trying to make it to a booth before I passed out. That’s when I saw her. She smiled at me. I thought maybe I had sauce on my shirt. I didn’t—but I did have courage (and low blood sugar), so I introduced myself. Honestly, I figured we’d chat for five minutes and never see each other again. Instead, we talked for an hour. She stole half my waffle fries, and I let her. That’s when I knew it was serious. Somehow, one unplanned lunch turned into a second date… then a third… and before I knew it, she knew my coffee order, my shoe size, and the fact that I snore when I’m too full. Now, two years later… We’re getting married. Because love doesn’t always show up on a dating app—sometimes it’s waiting in line behind a guy with too much sauce and not enough game.