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“Is it the public-speaking thing?"

He'd remembered. Of course he had. "Yeah. It will be awful."

Adam stared at her and said nothing. Not that it would be fine, not that the talk would go smoothly, not that she was overreacting and underselling a fantastic opportunity. His calm acceptance of her anxiety had the exact opposite effect of Dr. Aslan's enthusiasm: it relaxed her.

"When I was in my third year of grad school," he said quietly, “my adviser sent me to give a faculty symposium in his stead. He told me only two days before, without any slides or a script. Just the title of the talk."

"Wow." Olive tried to imagine what that would have felt like,”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“I slip a piece of ramune candy from my dress into my mouth, letting it melt on my tongue. Sweets are a part of my fundamental essence. That and skirts with pockets. Observe how I've married the two.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Dreaming