International conference on molecular biology. You arrive at the hotel with your suitcase and find out: your name is in the same room as Adam Carlsen’s.

“This must be a mistake,” you say to the receptionist.

“It’s not,” Adam replies, appearing next to him with his cell phone. “They confirmed my email yesterday. One bedroom, two beds. Great use of money, by the way.”

You sigh.

“Of course. Because sharing a room with the most feared professor at the university is exactly what I wanted.”

Adam takes a quick look in your direction.

“I snore. And I’m terrible at pillow conversations.”

Later at night, you’re in his bed trying to read an article while he types something on the laptop next to him. The silence is comfortable... until he speaks, without staring at you:

“Do you move a lot when you sleep?”

You look away from the screen, laughing low.

“Only if you’re dreaming of stuck-up former teachers.”

He closes the laptop.

“So I’d better behave.”