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“Fluchella,” Olive repeated, though it was clearly not helpful, judging

from how the line bisecting his forehead deepened. “Mass flu vaccination
for faculty, staff, and students. At no charge.”
Adam made a face. “It’s called Fluchella?”

“Yep, like the festival. Coachella?”
Adam was clearly not familiar.

“Don’t you get university emails about this stuff? There’ve been at least
five.”

“I have a great spam filter.”
Olive frowned. “Does it block Stanford emails, too? Because it

shouldn’t. It might end up filtering out important messages from admin and
students and—”
Adam arched one eyebrow.

“Oh. Right.”
Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. He doesn’t need to know how much he makes

you laugh.
“Well, we should go get our flu shots.”

“I’m good.”
“You got one already?”

“No.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s mandatory for everyone.”
The set of Adam’s shoulders clearly broadcasted that he was, in fact, not

everyone. “I never get sick.”
“I doubt it.”

“You shouldn’t.”
“Hey, the flu is more serious than you might think.”

“It’s not that bad.”
“It is, especially for people like you.”

“Like me?”
“You know . . . people of a certain age.”
His mouth twitched as he turned into the campus parking lot. “You

smart-ass.”