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Chapter Fifteen

HYPOTHESIS: There is no moment in life that cannot be improved by food
delivered by conveyor belt.

Everyone saw them.
People whom Olive had never met before, people whom she recognized
from blog posts and science Twitter, people from her department who’d

been her teachers in previous years. People who smiled at Adam, who
addressed him by his first name or as Dr. Carlsen, who told him “Great

talk” or “See you around.” People who completely ignored Olive, and
people who studied her curiously—her, and Adam, and the place where

their hands were joined.
Adam mostly nodded back, only stopping to chat with Holden.

“You guys skipping the boring shit?” he asked with a knowing smile.
“Yep.”
“I’ll make sure to drink your booze, then. And to extend your

apologies.”
“No need.”

“I’ll just say you had a family emergency.” Holden winked. “Perhaps
future-family emergency, how does that sound?”
Adam rolled his eyes and pulled Olive outside. She had to hurry to keep

up with him, not because he was walking particularly fast, but because his
legs were so long, one of his strides was worth about three of hers.

“Um . . . I’m wearing heels, here.”