The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
she guarded most carefully. She looked at Adam, and itswelled even larger, even stronger, even hotter.You, she thought. You. You are just the most—The worst—The best—Olive laughed, shaking her head.“What?” he asked, puzzled.“Nothing.” She grinned at him. “Nothing. Hey, you knowwhat? You and I should go get coffee. To celebrate.”“Celebrate what?”“Everything! Your grant. My year at Harvard. How greatour fake dating is going.”It was probably unfair of her to ask, since they were notdue for fake-dating coffee until tomorrow. But the previousWednesday had lasted just a few short minutes, and sinceFriday night, there had been about thirty times when Olive hadto forcibly remove her phone from her hands to avoid textinghim things he couldn’t possibly care about. He didn’t need toknow that he was right and the problem with her Western blothad been the antibody. There was no way he’d have answeredher if on Saturday at 10:00 p.m., when she’d been dying toknow if he was in his office, she had sent that Hey, what areyou up to? message that she’d written and deleted twice. Andshe was glad she’d ended up chickening out of forwarding himthat Onion article on sun-safety tips.It was probably unfair of her to ask, and yet today was amomentous day, and she found herself wanting to celebrate.With him.He bit the inside of his cheek, looking pensive. “Would itbe actual coffee, or chamomile tea?”“Depends. Will you go all moody on me?”
“I will if you get pumpkin stuff.”She rolled her eyes. “You have no taste.” Her phone pingedwith a reminder. “Oh, we should go to Fluchella, too. Beforecoffee.”A vertical line appeared between his brows. “I’m afraid toask what that is.”“Fluchella,” Olive repeated, though it was clearly nothelpful, judging from how the line bisecting his foreheaddeepened. “Mass flu vaccination for faculty, staff, andstudents. At no charge.”Adam made a face. “It’s called Fluchella?”“Yep, like the festival. Coachella?”Adam was clearly not familiar.“Don’t you get university emails about this stuff? There’vebeen at least five.”“I have a great spam filter.”Olive frowned. “Does it block Stanford emails, too?Because it shouldn’t. It might end up filtering out importantmessages from admin and students and—”Adam arched one eyebrow.“Oh. Right.”Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. He doesn’t need to know howmuch he makes you laugh.“Well, we should go get our flu shots.”“I’m good.”“You got one already?”“No.”“I’m pretty sure it’s mandatory for everyone.”
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“I will if you get pumpkin stuff.”
She rolled her eyes. “You have no taste.” Her phone pinged
with a reminder. “Oh, we should go to Fluchella, too. Before
coffee.”
A vertical line appeared between his brows. “I’m afraid to
ask what that is.”
“Fluchella,” Olive repeated, though it was clearly not
helpful, judging from how the line bisecting his forehead
deepened. “Mass flu vaccination for faculty, staff, and
students. At no charge.”
Adam made a face. “It’s called Fluchella?”
“Yep, like the festival. Coachella?”
Adam was clearly not familiar.
“Don’t you get university emails about this stuff? There’ve
been at least five.”
“I have a great spam filter.”
Olive frowned. “Does it block Stanford emails, too?
Because it shouldn’t. It might end up filtering out important
messages from admin and students and—”
Adam arched one eyebrow.
“Oh. Right.”
Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. He doesn’t need to know how
much he makes you laugh.
“Well, we should go get our flu shots.”
“I’m good.”
“You got one already?”
“No.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s mandatory for everyone.”
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