The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“It will be horrific—”
A throat cleared, reminding them that they were not alone.
Malcolm and Holden were both staring—Malcolm with a
shrewd, suspicious expression, and Holden with a knowing
smile. “What’s all that about?”
“Oh.” Olive’s cheeks warmed a little. “Nothing. They just
have pumpkin spice bubble tea.”
Malcolm pretended to gag. “Ugh, Ol. Gross.”
“Shut up.”
“It sounds great.” Holden smiled and leaned into Malcolm.
“We should get one to split.”
“Excuse me?”
Olive tried not to laugh at Malcolm’s horrified expression.
“Don’t get Malcolm started on pumpkin spice,” she told
Holden in an exaggerated whisper.
“Oh, shit.” Holden clutched his chest in mock terror.
“This is a serious matter.” Malcolm let his menu fall on the
table. “Pumpkin spice is Satan’s dandruff, harbinger of the
apocalypse, and it tastes like ass—not in the good way.” Next
to Olive Adam nodded slowly, highly impressed with
Malcolm’s rant. “One pumpkin spice latte contains the same
amount of sugar you’d find in fifty Skittles—and no pumpkin
whatsoever. Look it up.”
Adam stared at Malcolm with something very similar to
admiration. Holden met Olive’s eyes and told her
conspiratorially, “Our boyfriends have so much in common.”
“They do. They think hating entire harmless families of
food is a personality trait.”
“Pumpkin spice is not harmless. It’s a radioactive,
overpowering sugar bomb that worms its way into every sort
of product and is single-handedly responsible for the