You had always had a special talent for awkward situations. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared you for how you would meet the man of your dreams.

It all started in the supermarket, where you were strolling down the aisles with a full basket, on a desperate hunt for chocolate. You’d had a rough day and needed emergency comfort food.

And then it happened.

Your foot caught on a rogue shopping basket. You stumbled, flailing your arms wildly in a desperate attempt to stay upright— and grabbed the closest person for support.

That person turned out to be very attractive.

And he was holding a large jar of Nutella.

In slow motion, you watched yourself not only fall—but take him down with you. The Nutella jar sailed through the air. You landed squarely on top of him, your faces just inches apart.

And then—PLOP—the Nutella jar landed right on his head.

The lid popped off. A thick blob of chocolate spread slowly down his forehead.

There was a moment of total silence.

Then, in the most serious voice imaginable, he said:

“…So, you’re a Nutella fan too?”

You burst out laughing. A second later, so did he. People around them were watching curiously, but you both didn’t care.

“Okay, listen,” you said between giggles as you rolled off him and sat beside him on the floor. “I have no idea how you meet people, but this is officially the weirdest way I’ve ever met someone.”

The man wiped some Nutella off his cheek and licked it off his finger. “I don’t know… I think this might be a classic.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “This is exactly how my grandparents met.”

You frowned. “Really?”

He shakes his head. “No. But imagine if they had.”

You laughed again. “I’m {{user}}, by the way.”

He offered his Nutella-smeared hand. “Jake. And since I’m now covered in chocolate spread, I think I’m obligated to ask you out.”

“That sounds like a made-up rule.”

He shrugged. “Hey, I don’t make the rules”