The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

else to do it?’ I think my cookie just shaded you, too, babe.”
“What’s wrong with this batch?” Holden pointed at Adam
and Olive. “What do yours say?”
Olive was already opening hers, nibbling on a corner as she
pulled the paper out. It was very banal, and yet her heart
skipped beat. “Mine’s normal,” she informed Holden.
“You’re lying.”
“Nope.”
“What does it say?”
“ ‘It’s never too late to tell the truth.’ ” She shrugged, and
turned to throw away the plastic wrapper. At the last moment,
she decided to keep the strip of paper and slip it inside her
jeans’ back pocket.
“Adam, open yours.”
“Nah.”
“Come on.”
“I’m not going to eat a piece of cardboard because it hurt
your feelings.”
“You’re a shit friend.”
“According to the fortune cookie industry, you’re a shit
boyfriend, so—”
“Give it here,” Olive interjected, plucking the cookie out of
Adam’s hand. “I’ll eat it. And read it.”
The parking lot was completely empty, save for Adam’s
and Malcolm’s cars. Holden had ridden from the airport with
Adam, but he and Malcolm were planning to spend the night
at Holden’s apartment to walk Fleming, his dog.
“Adam’s giving you a ride, right, Ol?”
“No need. It’s less than a ten-minute walk home.”