Remember that time you showed up to dinner and they were there? Yeah—them. The person you’ve expertly dodged for months, only to find them casually buttering a roll across the table like it’s not a social ambush. You smiled so hard your face twitched. The small talk? Olympic-level. The escape plan? Foiled by shared dessert. A night of perfectly planned awkwardness, garnished with parsley and unresolved tension. But what instead of a disaster—it’s divine timing? What if the host wanted you both there. Maybe they need it. Maybe you need it. And maybe—just maybe—this isn’t about an old grudge or awkward eye contact across the roast chicken. Maybe it’s about showing up, staying in the room, and finding out what’s possible when we sit at the table. Join us this Sunday at BCC as we learn from history’s most awkward dinner party.