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“We’re  out  of  the  small  size.”  Anh  stepped  inside,  rolling  her  eyes.

                “Honestly, they never buy enough because I’m the only woman in the lab,
                but it’s not like I don’t go through gloves as fast as—”
                    “No, why are you grossed out?”

                    Anh  made  a  face  and  plucked  two  purple  gloves  from  Olive’s  stash.
                “Because of how in love you are with Carlsen. Is it okay if I take a few

                pairs?”
                    “What are you—” Olive blinked at her, still clutching her phone. Was

                Anh going crazy? “I’m not in love with him.”
                    “Uh-huh, sure.” Anh finished stuffing her pockets with gloves and then

                looked up, finally noticing Olive’s distressed expression. Her eyes widened.
                “Hey, I was kidding! You’re not gross. I probably look the same when I’m
                texting Jeremy. And it’s actually very sweet, how gone you are for him—”

                    “But I’m not. Gone.” Olive was starting to panic. “I don’t—It’s just—”
                    Anh pressed her lips together, as if biting back a smile. “Okay. If you

                say so.”
                    “No, I’m serious. We’re just—”

                    “Dude, it’s okay.” Anh’s tone was reassuring and a little emotional. “It’s
                just, you’re so amazing. And special. And honestly, my favorite person in

                the whole world. But sometimes I get worried that no one but Malcolm and
                me  will  ever  get  to  experience  how  incredible  you  are.  Well,  until  now.
                Now I’m not worried anymore, because I’ve seen you and Adam together,

                at  the  picnic.  And  in  the  parking  lot.  And  .  .  .  every  other  time,  really.
                You’re both crazy in love, and over the moon about it. It’s cute! Except that

                first night,” she added, pensive. “I maintain that was pretty awkward.”
                    Olive stiffened. “Anh, it’s not like that. We’re just . . . dating. Casually.

                Hanging out. Getting to know each other. We’re not . . .”
                    “Okay, sure. If you say so.” Anh shrugged, clearly not believing a word

                of what Olive was saying. “Hey, I gotta go back to my bacterial culture. I’ll
                come bug you when I’m on break, okay?”
                    Olive nodded slowly, watching her friend’s back as she headed for the

                door. Olive’s heart skipped a beat when Anh paused and turned around, her
                expression suddenly serious.
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