The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“Good,” he replied with a half smile, and she had a weird
feeling that much like her, he wasn’t lying. Her heart picked
up even more.
“What about Chinese?” Holden interjected. “Everyone like
Chinese here?”
“I’m cool with Chinese,” Malcolm muttered, though he
didn’t seem enthusiastic at the idea of a double date. Likely
because he didn’t want to sit across from Adam for an entire
meal and relive the trauma of his graduate advisory committee
meetings.
“Olive?”
“Um . . . I like Chinese.”
“Perfect. So does Adam, so—”
“I’m not having dinner out,” Adam said.
Holden frowned. “Why?”
“I have better things to do.”
“Like what? Olive’s coming, too.”
“Leave Olive alone. She’s tired, and we’re busy.”
“I have access to your Google Calendar, asshole. You’re
not busy. If you don’t want to hang out with me, you can just
be honest.”
“I don’t want to hang out with you.”
“You little shit. After the week we just had. And on my
birthday.”
Adam recoiled slightly. “What? It’s not your birthday.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Your birthday is April tenth.”
“Is it, though?”