The Love Hypothesis

by Ali Hazelwood

It never occurred to Olive that Dr. Adam Carlsen—known ass—had called her by her name.

I clocked that right away 🤭

“Um . . . things. Stuff.” Olive racked her brain. “People go out and do activities together. Like apple picking, or those Paint and Sip things.” Which are idiotic, Olive thought. “Which are idiotic,” Adam said, gesturing dismissively

Hey. I happen to like those idiotic things tyvm 😑

“Zero. But I am familiar with the trope.” “The . . . what?” He blinked at her, confused.

Hahaha

“Yep. I’m so glad he finally scrounged up the courage to ask you out. He’d been going on and on about this ‘amazing girl’ for years, but he was concerned about being in the same department, and you know how he is . . .” He shrugged and waved his hand. “I’m glad he finally managed to pull his head out of his ass.”

Giggling and kicking my feet currently

“Not at all. Your reaction was understandable.” He thought about it for a moment. “I do sometimes think you’re an idiot, mostly when I see you put ketchup and cream cheese on bagels.”

Yeah that is atrocious

“I’ll just do what Dr. Aslan always says.” “And what’s that?” “Carry myself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.”

Hell yeah

They should just give him a cot and donate the money to worthy causes. Endangered whales. Psoriasis. Olive.

Hahaha same