Ali Hazelwood

“It will be fine, Olive.” His smile softened. “And if not, at least it will be over.

“You’re not going to slow down your pace to match mine, are you?”

“Of course I am.”

the dubious privilege of slaughtering fruit flies in the name of science for ninety cents an hour.

I . . . maybe. I must say, the line between excellent career choice and critical life screwup is getting a bit blurry.”

She was well aware that committing to years of unappreciated, underpaid eighty-hour workweeks might not be good for her mental health.

I have made a terrible mistake,

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

I’m a simple girl, with simple needs.”

You’re so perfect, you’re driving me insane.”

in the way he said her name. Precise. Careful. Deep. Unlike anyone else. Familiar—impossibly so.