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“I think so. I’m not exactly a convincing liar, and sometimes I worry that

                Anh might get suspicious. But I walked in on her and Jeremy making out in
                the grad lounge the other day.”
                    They fell quiet and listened to the last few minutes of the talk in silence.

                In front of them, Olive could see at least two professors taking a nap, and
                several  surreptitiously  working  on  their  laptops.  Next  to  Adam,  Dr.

                Rodrigues had been playing Candy Crush on his phone for the past half an
                hour. Some people had left, and Anh had found a seat about ten minutes

                ago.  So  had  several  of  the  students  who  had  been  next  to  Olive,  which
                meant  that  she  could  have  technically  stood  up  and  left  Adam  alone.

                Technically. Technically, there was an open chair somewhere in the third-to-
                last row. Technically.
                    Instead she brought her lips to Adam’s ear once more and whispered,

                “It’s working out well for me, I have to say. This whole fake-dating thing.”
                More than well. Better than she ever thought it would.

                    Adam  blinked  once  and  then  nodded.  Maybe  his  arm  tensed  a  little
                around her. Maybe it didn’t, and Olive’s mind was playing tricks on her. It

                was starting to get late, after all. Her last coffee had been too long ago, and
                she wasn’t fully awake, her thoughts fuzzy and relaxed.

                    “What about you?”
                    “Mmm?” Adam wasn’t looking at her.
                    “Is it working for you?” It came out a little needy. Olive told herself that

                it  was  only  because  of  how  low  she  had  to  pitch  her  voice.  “Or  do  you
                maybe want to fake–break up early?”

                    He  didn’t  reply  for  a  second.  Then,  just  as  Dr.  Moss  took  the  mic  to
                thank Tom and ask the audience for questions, she heard him say, “No. I

                don’t want to fake–break up.”
                    He really did smell good. And he was funny in a weird, deadpan way,

                and  yes,  a  known  ass,  but  friendly  enough  to  her  that  she  could  sort  of
                ignore that about him. Plus, he was spending a small fortune on sugar for
                her. Truly, she had nothing to complain about.

                    Olive settled herself more comfortably and turned her attention back to
                the podium.
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