The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

over you and am not involved in your supervision. But I can
ask around.”
It was an epically bad idea. The worst idea ever entertained
in the epically bad history of bad ideas. Except that it really
would solve this current problem of hers, as well as some of
Adam’s, in exchange for saying hi to him once a week and
making an effort not to call him Dr. Carlsen. It seemed like a
pretty good deal.
“Can I think about it?”
“Of course,” he said calmly. Reassuringly.
She hadn’t thought he’d be like this. After hearing all the
stories, and seeing him walk around with that perpetual frown
of his, she really hadn’t thought he’d be like this. Even if she
didn’t quite know what this even meant.
“And thank you, I guess. For offering. Adam.” She added
the last word like an afterthought. Trying it out on her lips. It
felt weird, but not too weird.
After a long pause, he nodded. “No problem. Olive.”