Page 320 - The Love Hypothesis

He rolled his eyes. “What’s your plan if someone comes in?”

Olive glanced around the biology building. The hallway was silent and
deserted, and the dim after-hours lights made Adam’s hair look almost blue.
It was late, and summer, and the weekend to boot: no one was going to

come in. Even if they did, Olive Smith and Adam Carlsen were old news by
now. “Like who?”

“Anh might show up. To help you re-create the magic.”
“Pretty sure she’s out with Jeremy.”

“Jeremy? The guy you’re in love with?”
Olive stuck her tongue out at him and glanced down at her phone.

Happy. She was so happy, and she didn’t even know why. Except that she
did know.
“Okay. In one minute.”

“You can’t know the exact time.” Adam’s tone was patient and
indulgent. “Not to the minute.”

“Wrong. I ran a Western blot that night. I looked at my lab logs, and I
reconstructed both the when and the where down to the error bars. I am a

thorough scientist.”
“Hm.” Adam folded his arms across his chest. “How did that blotting

turn out?”
“Not the point.” She grinned. “What were you doing here, by the way?”
“What do you mean?”

“A year ago. Why were you walking around the department at night?”
“I can’t remember. Maybe I had a deadline. Or maybe I was going

home.” He shrugged, and scanned the hallway until his eyes fell on the
water fountain. “Maybe I was thirsty.”

“Maybe.” She took a step closer. “Maybe you were secretly hoping for a
kiss.”

He gave her a long, amused look. “Maybe.”
She took another step, and another, and another. And then her alarm
beeped, once, right as she came to stand in front of him. Another intrusion

of his personal space. But this time, when she pushed up on her toes, when