The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

attack. But the only person in the break room was Adam,
sitting on one of the small couches in the middle, looking at
her with a bland, slightly amused expression.
She relaxed her pose and clutched her hands to her chest,
willing her racing heartbeat to slow down. “When did you get
here?!”
“Five minutes ago?” He regarded her calmly. “I was here
when you came in.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
He tilted his head. “I could ask the same.”
She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to recover
from the scare. “I didn’t see you. Why are you sitting in the
dark like a creep?”
“Light’s broken. As usual.” Adam lifted his drink—a bottle
of Coke that hilariously read “Seraphina”—and Olive
remembered Jess, one of his grads, complaining about how
strict Adam was about bringing food and drinks into his lab.
He grabbed something from the cushion and held it out to
Olive. “Here. You can have the rest of the chips.”
Olive narrowed her eyes. “You.”
“Me?”
“You stole my chips.”
His mouth curved. “Sorry. You can have what’s left.” He
peeked into the bag. “I didn’t have many, I don’t think.”
She hesitated and then made her way to the couch. She
distrustfully accepted the small bag and took a seat next to
him. “Thanks, I guess.”
He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. She tried not to stare
at his throat as he tipped his head back, averting her eyes to
her knees.