The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
She moved closer to him and grasped the sleeve of hisblazer. “Please. Please?”Adam pinched his nose, sighed, and pursed his lips. But notfive seconds later he put his hand between her shoulder bladesto guide her across the street.—THE PROBLEM, HE explained in hushed tones as they waited to beseated, was not the sushi train, but the all-you-can-eat fortwenty dollars.“It’s never a good sign,” he told her, but his voice soundedmore resigned than combative, and when the server usheredthem inside, he followed her meekly to the booth. Olivemarveled at the plates traveling on the conveyor belt weavingacross the restaurant, unable to stop her openmouthed grin.When she remembered Adam’s presence and turned herattention back to him, he was staring at her with an expressionhalfway between exasperated and indulgent.“You know,” he told her, eyeing a seaweed salad passingby his shoulder, “we could go to a real Japanese restaurant. Iam very happy to pay for however much sushi you want toeat.”“But will it move around me?”He shook his head. “I take it back: you are a disturbinglycheap date.”She ignored him and lifted the glass door, grabbing a rolland a chocolate doughnut. Adam muttered something thatsounded a lot like “very authentic,” and when the waitressstopped by he ordered them both a beer.“What do you think this is?” Olive dipped a piece of sushiin her soy sauce. “Tuna or salmon?”
“Probably spider meat.”She popped it into her mouth. “Delicious.”“Really.” He looked skeptical.It wasn’t, in all truth. But it was okay. And this, well, thiswas so much fun. Exactly what she needed to empty her mindof . . . everything. Everything but here and now. With Adam.“Yep.” She pushed the remaining piece toward him,silently daring him to try it.He broke apart his chopsticks with a long-sufferingexpression and picked it up, chewing for a long time.“It tastes like foot.”“No way. Here.” She grabbed a bowl of edamame from thebelt. “You can have this. It’s basically broccoli.”He brought one to his mouth, managing to look like hedidn’t hate it. “We don’t have to talk, by the way.”Olive tilted her head.“You said you didn’t want to talk to anyone back at thehotel. So we don’t have to, if you’d rather eat this”—heglanced at the plates she had accumulated with obviousdistrust—“food in silence.”You’re not just anyone, seemed like a dangerous thing tosay, so she smiled. “I bet you’re great at silences.”“Is that a dare?”She shook her head. “I want to talk. Just, can we not talkabout the conference? Or science? Or the fact that the world isfull of assholes?” And that some of them are your close friendsand collaborators?His hand closed into a fist on the table, jaw clenched tightas he nodded.“Awesome. We could chat about how nice this place is—”
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She moved closer to him and grasped the sleeve of his
blazer. “Please. Please?”
Adam pinched his nose, sighed, and pursed his lips. But not
five seconds later he put his hand between her shoulder blades
to guide her across the street.
—
THE PROBLEM, HE explained in hushed tones as they waited to be
seated, was not the sushi train, but the all-you-can-eat for
twenty dollars.
“It’s never a good sign,” he told her, but his voice sounded
more resigned than combative, and when the server ushered
them inside, he followed her meekly to the booth. Olive
marveled at the plates traveling on the conveyor belt weaving
across the restaurant, unable to stop her openmouthed grin.
When she remembered Adam’s presence and turned her
attention back to him, he was staring at her with an expression
halfway between exasperated and indulgent.
“You know,” he told her, eyeing a seaweed salad passing
by his shoulder, “we could go to a real Japanese restaurant. I
am very happy to pay for however much sushi you want to
eat.”
“But will it move around me?”
He shook his head. “I take it back: you are a disturbingly
cheap date.”
She ignored him and lifted the glass door, grabbing a roll
and a chocolate doughnut. Adam muttered something that
sounded a lot like “very authentic,” and when the waitress
stopped by he ordered them both a beer.
“What do you think this is?” Olive dipped a piece of sushi
in her soy sauce. “Tuna or salmon?”