The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

She looked up from her phone. Anh stood in the lab’s
entrance, sticking out her tongue.
“Hey. What are you doing here?”
“Borrowing gloves. And being grossed out.”
Olive frowned. “Why?”
“We’re out of the small size.” Anh stepped inside, rolling
her eyes. “Honestly, they never buy enough because I’m the
only woman in the lab, but it’s not like I don’t go through
gloves as fast as—”
“No, why are you grossed out?”
Anh made a face and plucked two purple gloves from
Olive’s stash. “Because of how in love you are with Carlsen. Is
it okay if I take a few pairs?”
“What are you—” Olive blinked at her, still clutching her
phone. Was Anh going crazy? “I’m not in love with him.”
“Uh-huh, sure.” Anh finished stuffing her pockets with
gloves and then looked up, finally noticing Olive’s distressed
expression. Her eyes widened. “Hey, I was kidding! You’re
not gross. I probably look the same when I’m texting Jeremy.
And it’s actually very sweet, how gone you are for him—”
“But I’m not. Gone.” Olive was starting to panic. “I don’t
—It’s just—”
Anh pressed her lips together, as if biting back a smile.
“Okay. If you say so.”
“No, I’m serious. We’re just—”
“Dude, it’s okay.” Anh’s tone was reassuring and a little
emotional. “It’s just, you’re so amazing. And special. And
honestly, my favorite person in the whole world. But
sometimes I get worried that no one but Malcolm and me will
ever get to experience how incredible you are. Well, until now.
Now I’m not worried anymore, because I’ve seen you and