The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
“No.” She winced.“Is it the public-speaking thing?”He’d remembered. Of course he had. “Yeah. It will beawful.”Adam stared at her and said nothing. Not that it would befine, not that the talk would go smoothly, not that she wasoverreacting and underselling a fantastic opportunity. His calmacceptance of her anxiety had the exact opposite effect of Dr.Aslan’s enthusiasm: it relaxed her.“When I was in my third year of grad school,” he saidquietly, “my adviser sent me to give a faculty symposium inhis stead. He told me only two days before, without any slidesor a script. Just the title of the talk.”“Wow.” Olive tried to imagine what that would have feltlike, being expected to perform something so daunting with solittle forewarning. At the same time, part of her marveled atAdam self-disclosing something without being asked a directquestion. “Why did he do that?”“Who knows?” He tilted his head back, staring at a spotabove her head. His tone held a trace of bitterness. “Becausehe had an emergency. Because he thought it’d be a formativeexperience. Because he could.”Olive just bet that he could. She didn’t know Adam’sformer adviser, but academia was very much an old boys’club, where those who held the power liked to take advantageof those who didn’t without repercussions.“Was it? A formative experience?”He shrugged again. “As much as anything that keeps youawake in a panic for forty-eight hours straight can be.”Olive smiled. “And how did you do?”
“I did . . .” He pressed his lips together. “Not well enough.”He was silent for a long moment, his gaze locked somewhereoutside the café’s window. “Then again, nothing was evergood enough.”It seemed impossible that someone might look at Adam’sscientific accomplishments and find them lacking. That hecould ever be anything less than the best at what he did. Wasthat why he was so severe in his judgment of others? Becausehe’d been taught to set the same impossible standards forhimself?“Do you still keep in touch with him? Your adviser, Imean.”“He’s retired now. Tom has taken over what used to be hislab.”It was such an uncharacteristically opaque, carefullyworded answer. Olive couldn’t help being curious. “Did youlike him?”“It’s complicated.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw, lookingpensive and far away. “No. No, I didn’t like him. I still don’t.He was . . .” It took him so long to continue, she almostconvinced herself that he wouldn’t. But he did, staring at thelate-afternoon sunlight disappearing behind the oak trees.“Brutal. My adviser was brutal.”She chuckled, and Adam’s eyes darted back to her face,narrow with confusion.“Sorry.” She was still laughing a little. “It’s just funny, tohear you complain about your old mentor. Because . . .”“Because?”“Because he sounds exactly like you.”“I’m not like him,” he retorted, more sharply than Olivehad come to expect from him. It made her snort.
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“No.” She winced.
“Is it the public-speaking thing?”
He’d remembered. Of course he had. “Yeah. It will be
awful.”
Adam stared at her and said nothing. Not that it would be
fine, not that the talk would go smoothly, not that she was
overreacting and underselling a fantastic opportunity. His calm
acceptance of her anxiety had the exact opposite effect of Dr.
Aslan’s enthusiasm: it relaxed her.
“When I was in my third year of grad school,” he said
quietly, “my adviser sent me to give a faculty symposium in
his stead. He told me only two days before, without any slides
or a script. Just the title of the talk.”
“Wow.” Olive tried to imagine what that would have felt
like, being expected to perform something so daunting with so
little forewarning. At the same time, part of her marveled at
Adam self-disclosing something without being asked a direct
question. “Why did he do that?”
“Who knows?” He tilted his head back, staring at a spot
above her head. His tone held a trace of bitterness. “Because
he had an emergency. Because he thought it’d be a formative
experience. Because he could.”
Olive just bet that he could. She didn’t know Adam’s
former adviser, but academia was very much an old boys’
club, where those who held the power liked to take advantage
of those who didn’t without repercussions.
“Was it? A formative experience?”
He shrugged again. “As much as anything that keeps you
awake in a panic for forty-eight hours straight can be.”
Olive smiled. “And how did you do?”