“I’m going to kill you.” I hold up the paper.

He smiles crookedly. “Pretty great, right?”

“CFO?”

He leans against the door frame. “Since clearly I’m the only one who understands the business side, I thought it made sense.”

I throw my copy of the Warren Daily at his dumb washboard abs. It falls to the floor.

“You can’t just make up a title for yourself! You...you can’t just make up a company, for God’s sake. Not to mention—” I exhale. “It will ‘change the face of dating throughout the United States, if not the world’?”

“Right?” He smiles as he leans over to pick up the paper.

“I swear to God, Braden Hart—”

“Have you checked your email?” he asks. He holds the paper against the wall and smooths out the wrinkles with his other hand.

“Don’t change the subject.” I push past him into his room. I am momentarily distracted by the feeling that I have left campus. Furnished more like a house than a dorm, the room is full of grown-up furniture. And not the type I’d even expect actual grown-ups to own. From the decorative clock to the stainless steel desk, it’s like a room out of a magazine. I shake my head to dispel the distraction.

“One million users?” I ask. “Not only is that an absolutely bonkers number, but predicting the number of users is the most arrogant metric. We have no idea if that’s even possible.”

“It’s totally possible. Instagram had one million in two months.”

“Why the hell do you think we’re Instagram?”

He sets the newspaper down carefully on his desk. “Why do you think we’re not?”

I press my fingertips to my temple. “We’re supposed to roll out the app in a week, and we’re still not done building it. And now you’ve set the expectations higher than we could ever possibly meet.”

“That’s so much better than us unveiling a perfect app to no one listening.”

I raise my hands like I’m about to literally pull my hair out. “Says the guy who doesn’t code!”

“Hey now, I just signed up to take CS 101 next semester,” he says.

“I—” I lunge toward him, but he grabs my wrists to hold me back.

“Seriously, Sara, just check your email.”

I force myself to take a deep breath and lower my arms. “I don’t see why...” I shake my head as I pull out my phone.

Ten new emails pop up as soon as my in-box refreshes. All of them are addressed to me, Robbie and Braden with subject lines about the app. They’re from Business Insider, TechCrunch, the Huffington Post...

“Wow.” I look up.

“Yeah.” He raises his eyebrows. “This is going to be huge.”