The blonde smirked as she checked the silver band around her wrist. '8 am sharp,' she thought and opened her notebook. She had come to value the predictable behavior of Her. Only known as Her for she had yet to introduce herself to the petite brunette. As the bell above the door rang, Quinn smiled and grabbed her own coffee to sip.

From anyone else's viewpoint, she was simply scanning the room from her normal table beside the window. But in Quinn's mind, she was studying everything that She did. The way She smiled warmly to the barista, making small talk with the hulking but lovable guy. Puck had been one of the biggest surprises in the big city, one that she didn't expect to find. It was so difficult to talk to people.

As Rachel ordered her drink, she bit her lip and moved to stand right at the pick up point. "Come on Noah! Just give me the cup! Please?" Puck just chuckled and continued making her coffee with a dash a soymilk. Just to toy with the girl, he pretended that he couldn't find a lid. "That isn't funny! Hurry up already!" She was practically bouncing. "Alright, alright," he chuckled and looked at the cup with a grin. "I've got a coffee here for Beautiful? Beautiful, where are ya?" Rachel giggled and took the cup eagerly.

Quinn shared a look with Puck before turning her eyes back to the girl as she read the note scribbled across the side of her cup.

If you're going to blush every time I write you a note, well, let's just say I won't be stopping anytime soon. - Q

A smile spread across Rachel's face as she felt her cheeks warm, covering one with her hand. She took a grateful sip before doing her normal perusal of the faces around the coffee shop. Quinn's own hazel eyes fell back to her notebook. The girl sighed and turned back to Puck, "Are you ever going to tell me who Q is?" Puck shook his head and locked his lips before smirking. 'Come on, I did give you a hint!' Rachel rolled her eyes, "Telling me that, 'They're hot' wasn't exactly helpful Noah. And it looks like they won't come forward today either. I'll just see you tomorrow."

As the bell rung on the door again, Quinn started packing up her belongings. Puck jumped over the counter and moved over to her, 'Seriously, Quinn. When are you going to come clean?' She rolled her eyes and hooked the messenger bag over her shoulder.

Not today, she signed and mouthed. But there's always tomorrow.