"Olive, I know you're young and don't know how these things work, but Adam's here to interview for a very important position, and he can't just-
"Leave," Adam ordered, voice low and cold.
Olive threw herself at him and hugged his torso as tight as she could. She closed her eyes when, after a few seconds of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her.
"Congratulations," he whispered softly against her hair.
"You know, when I have no more friends and everyone hates me because of this fake-dating thing, I'll be a super lonely and you are going to have to hang out with me every day. I'll annoy you all the time. It is really worth being mean to every grad in the program?"
"Absolutely."
"But," she continued, this time looking at Olive, "it'd be great if you could do me a solid and sit on your boyfriend's lap, Ol. Just so I don't have to stand on my toes?"
Olive blinked. And then she blinked again. And then she blinked some more.