I love chemistry. I think. I'm actually not sure if I love chemistry but I've told myself I do so that I can treat chemistry with adoration and wistfulness instead of a burning hatred.
I start to remember my complex relationship with chemistry as I hunker over a geochemistry book I am flipping through for one of my classes.
"Excuse me," the student sitting a seat over from me at the library says to me.
Thinking she will ask me to watch her bag while she goes to the bathroom, I turn to her with a look of minimal interest.
She is holding out her hand, offering me a handful of green grapes.
I feel my eyebrows shoot up. "Thank you!" I stutter as I manage to collect most of the grapes from her hand.
I know I am not supposed to accept candy from strangers, but does that policy extend to fresh fruit? Can you drug a grape?
I turn back to my work, befuddled and confused.
You might think that an interaction this weird would lead to a conversation of some sort, but we don't exchange any words for the next hour and a half. I am still confused.
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