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Becker couldn't believe she was actually doing this.
She’d always thought compatibility games like this were completely ridiculous. How was an app supposed to know who you were best matched with?
But when she’d confided in Scott about her discomfort around Kennedy's dance-posal–and her fear that she could fall out of love with her for real–he’d suggested the Snack Match app to put her worries to rest.
Was she confident in his idea? Well, no. The woman the app matched him with seemed like a terrible match for him (thus failing to beat the “compatibility apps suck” allegations).
Still, it was the best idea she had.
She'd been having doubts about her and Kennedy's compatibility for a while now. She knew her betrayal had been a ruse to ask her out, obviously, but it didn't keep the image out of her mind.
All she wanted was a sign that Kennedy still loved her.
So, against her better judgement, she looked up how to play Snack Match on the Internet. Then, she got Kennedy to download the app, as well, and taught her.
After several patience-testing rounds, the app finally dubbed Becker as an “Onion.”
She wasn't sure if she should take that as an insult or not.
So, what now? Kennedy hadn't finished playing yet. Unless she had, and was waiting for her. Should she call her? No, that would seem pushy. What if she wasn't finished and thought she was rushing her?
Why does love have to be so exhausting?!
After what felt like a lifetime, Kennedy texted her: “Finished!”
Becker scrolled down with shaking hands to see the screenshot her girlfriend sent her.
The app had dubbed her “Sour Cream.”
This meant that, together, they were “Sour Cream and Onion!”
Becker let out a massive sigh of relief. She hadn't expected this silly little game to have such an emotional impact on her. But if what she wanted was a sign of Kennedy's love, then she supposed this was as much of one as any!
She sent Kennedy her own results, and then got up to grab something to eat.
She was in the mood for some sour cream and onion chips.