Which meet-cute story would you actually want to tell at your wedding?

Two hands, one sourdough loaf, endless small talk about carbs. Bonus points if they offer to split it over coffee next door.

Classic British weather doing the heavy lifting. You share a brolly, walk each other to the Tube, and the rest is drizzle-soaked history.

You're waiting to order, they crack a joke about the guest ale, and suddenly you're sharing a table for four hours.

Signal failure at Peterborough turns into two hours of banter, biscuits and swapping Spotify playlists.

They're mortified, you're covered in mud, and the pooch clearly has better matchmaking instincts than Hinge.