« Je te hais depuis le jour où j’ai entendu ton nom pour la première fois. Je te hais depuis que j’ai lu dans le Scientific American ce que tu avais fait. Je te hais depuis l’âge de douze ans. Je te hais plus que tu ne me hais, depuis plus longtemps et pour de meilleures raisons. Jack n’a plus du tout l’air amusé. Et pour moi, c’est une première.

Olive Smith, aluna do doutorado em Biologia da Universidade Stanford, acredita na ciência–não em algo incontrolável como o amor. Depois de sair algumas vezes com Jeremy, ela percebe que sua melhor amiga gosta dele e decide juntá-los. Para mostrar que está feliz com essa escolha, Olive precisa ser convincente: afinal, cientistas exigem provas. Sem muitas opções, ela resolve inventar um namoro de mentira e, num momento de pânico, beija o primeiro homem que vê pela frente.

Like an avenging, purple-haired Jedi bringing balance to the mansplained universe, Bee Königswasser lives by a simple code: What would Marie Curie do? If NASA offered her the lead on a neuroengineering project—a literal dream come true after years scraping by on the crumbs of academia—Marie would accept without hesitation. Duh. But the mother of modern physics never had to co-lead with Levi Ward.

Mallory Greenleaf is done with chess. Every move counts nowadays; after the sport led to the destruction of her family four years earlier, Mallory’s focus is on her mom, her sisters, and the dead-end job that keeps the lights on. That is, until she begrudgingly agrees to play in one last charity tournament and inadvertently wipes the board with notorious “Kingkiller” Nolan Sawyer: current world champion and reigning Bad Boy of chess.

The many lives of theoretical physicist Elsie Hannaway have finally caught up with her. By day, she’s an adjunct professor, toiling away at grading labs and teaching thermodynamics in the hopes of landing tenure. By other day, Elsie makes up for her non-existent paycheck by offering her services as a fake girlfriend, tapping into her expertly honed people-pleasing skills to embody whichever version of herself the client needs. Honestly, it’s a pretty sweet gig—until her carefully constructed Elsie-verse comes crashing down.