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never ask someone like Olive out.

“So you didn’t meet on Tinder?”
“What? No.”
“Because that’s what people are saying.”

“I’m not on Tinder.”
“Is Carlsen?”

No. Maybe. Yes? Olive massaged her temples. “Who’s saying that we
met on Tinder?”

“Actually, rumor’s that they met on Craigslist,” Malcolm said
distractedly, waving at someone. She followed his gaze and noticed that he

was staring at Holden Rodrigues—who appeared to be smiling and waving
back.
Olive frowned. Then she parsed what Malcolm had just said.

“Craigslist?”
Malcolm shrugged. “Not saying that I believed it.”

“Who are people? And why are they even talking about us?”
Anh reached up to pat Olive on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, the gossip

about you and Carlsen died down after Dr. Moss and Sloane had that very
public argument about people disposing of blood samples in the ladies’

restroom. Well, for the most part. Hey.”
She sat up and wrapped an arm around Olive, pulling her in for an
embrace. She smelled like coconut. Stupid, stupid sunscreen.

“Chill. I know some people have been weird about this, but Jeremy and
Malcolm and I are just happy for you, Ol.” Anh smiled at her reassuringly,

and Olive felt herself relax. “Mostly that you’re finally getting laid.”