The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“Can’t stand chocolate.”
Olive stared at him, shaking her head in disbelief. “You
would, wouldn’t you? Hate everything that is delicious and
lovely and comforting.”
“Chocolate’s disgusting.”
“You just want to live in your dark, bitter world made of
black coffee and plain bagels with plain cream cheese. And
occasionally salt-and-vinegar chips.”
“They are clearly your favorite chips—”
“Not the point.”
“—and I am flattered that you’ve memorized my orders.”
“It does help that they’re always the same.”
“At least I’ve never ordered something called a unicorn
Frappuccino.”
“That was so good. It tasted like the rainbow.”
“Like sugar and food coloring?”
“My two favorite things in the universe. Thank you for
buying it for me, by the way.” It had made for a nice fakedating
Wednesday treat this week, even though Olive had been
so busy with Tom’s report that she hadn’t been able to
exchange more than a couple of words with Adam. Which, she
had to admit, had been a little disappointing.
“Where’s Tom by the way, while you and I slave our Friday
night away?”
“Out. On a date, I think.”
“On a date? Does his girlfriend live here?”
“Tom has lots of girlfriends. In lots of places.”
“But are any of them fake?” She beamed at him, and could
tell that he was tempted to smile back. “Would you like half a