The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“Ol.”
“How would that conversation even work? How would I
phrase it? What are the right words?”
“Actually you should probably—”
“Do I tell him that I’m into him? That I think about him all
the time? That I have a huge crush on him? That—”
“Olive.”
In the end, what tipped her off was not Malcolm’s words,
or his panicky expression, or the fact that he was clearly
looking at a spot somewhere above her shoulders. In the end,
Anh chose that exact moment to text her, which drew Olive’s
eyes to the numbers on the screen.
10:00 a.m.
It was ten. On a Wednesday morning. And Olive was
currently sitting in the campus Starbucks, the very same
Starbucks where she had spent her Wednesday mornings for
the past few weeks. She whirled around and—
She wasn’t even surprised to find Adam. Standing behind
her. Close enough that unless both his eardrums had ruptured
since the last time they’d talked, he must have heard every
single word that came out of Olive’s mouth.
She wished she could expire on the spot. She wished she
could crawl outside her body and this café, melt in a pool of
sweat, and seep between the tiles on the floor, just vanish into
thin air. But all these things were currently beyond her skill
set, so she fixed a weak smile on her face and looked up at
Adam.