The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

so, I worked on BLINK’s precursor. Engineering the structure
of the helmet, figuring out the wireless system. But we got to a
point where we needed a neurostimulation expert on board.”
He gives me a warm smile.
“I cannot wait to see what we cook up together.” I also
cannot wait to find out why Levi was given the lead of this
project over someone who has been on it for five years. It just
seems unfair. To Guy and to me.
The elevator doors open, and he points to a quaint-looking
café in the corner. “That place over there—amazing
sandwiches, worst coffee in the world. You hungry?”
“No, thanks.”
“You sure? It’s on me. The egg sandwiches are almost as
good as the coffee is bad.”
“I don’t really eat eggs.”
“Let me guess, a vegan?”
I nod. I try hard to break the stereotypes that plague my
people and not use the word “vegan” in my first three
meetings with a new acquaintance, but if they’re the ones to
mention it, all bets are off.
“I should introduce you to my daughter. She recently
announced that she won’t eat animal products anymore.” He
sighs. “Last weekend I poured regular milk in her cereal
figuring she wouldn’t know the difference. She told me that
her legal team will be in touch.”
“How old is she?”
“Just turned six.”
I laugh. “Good luck with that.”
I stopped having meat at seven, when I realized that the
delicious pollo nuggets my Sicilian grandmother served nearly
every day and the cute galline grazing about the farm were