“Thank you! Nice meeting you,” I call as she walks away.
I turn to Jonathan, who’s giving me major side-eye. “So, I’m back to being just your co-researcher, huh?” The corners of his lips quirk in a way that tells me he’s trying not to smile.
I shove his shoulder. “No, of course not. But ‘co-researcher’ seems like a more appropriate title to use than ‘boyfriend’ in this setting.”
“Sure. I see how it is.” He sniffles showily, and when I try to take his hand, he pulls it away. “No, no. You can’t just be holding hands with a co-researcher! What will the pearl-clutchers say?”
I put a hand on my hip. “Jonathan.”
He echoes my posture. “Molly.” When I roll my eyes, he laughs and pulls me against his chest. “Seriously, though. That was cool! I mean, the deputy director of the Hollings Lab introducing herself to you?”
“It’s a big deal,” I admit. “It feels like there’s a lot at stake with this presentation.”
He squeezes me in a hug. “It will be great. I know it.”
Nicole:
Presentation day! Good luck!
Nicole:
Oh, I forgot about the time difference. Am I texting too early?
Molly:
You would think so, considering it’s 6 a.m. here, but I’ve been up for an hour
Olivia:
Ugh, why are you both blowing up my phone so early? It’s only 8
Nicole:
You’ll do great, Molly!
Nicole:
Thanks for sending the picture of the program yesterday. It was so cool seeing your name!
Molly:
Yes!
Nicole:
Although isn’t Jonathan Stanch the Jonathan you can’t stand and were pranking?
Olivia:
Oh yeah! Must be gross having to travel with him
Molly:
It’s not so bad
Nicole:
Oh, good. Just be professionals, right?