"I got you something."
"Okay?" Marley smiles at her.
"I'm gonna pin it to your apron but you have to promise me you won't look."
"What's with all the secrecy?" laughs Marley.
It's a coffee cup dotted with tiny pink hearts. Written on it are the words I like you a latte.
Much to Quinn's surprise, Marley has a pout on her face. "Just like?"
Quinn laughs. "Not just a little, but a latte."
Marley joins in the laughter. "Does this mean we're official now?"
"If me presenting you with a bad coffee pun pin to put on your apron means we're official, then sure."
"Well," says Marley, a sly smile on her face, "I wouldn't mind a kiss to seal the deal."
"... At work?" Quinn asks incredulously.
"Why not? I think it's kinda appropriate, given that's how we met." She digs her hand into her jeans pocket. "But! I also got you this. I was gonna give it to you the next time I visited your outlet, but I couldn't wait."
Behind Marley, Quinn can see Kitty rolling her eyes at them. Quinn ignores Kitty in favor of the enamel pin Marley's pressed into her hand, featuring two cartoon coffee cups holding hands, the legend declaring it's brew love. "... Really?"
"Really," confirms Marley, leaning her elbows on the counter, beaming at Quinn. "See, this is why I have doubts about the future of this relationship, when I think it's brew love but you only like me a latte."
Quinn rolls her eyes, but can't hide her grin. "Marley Rose, are you suggesting that this dorky coffee pun pin I got you is somehow detrimental to this relationship?"
"Yes?" It's clear, though, that she's pressing her lips together in a desperate attempt to hold in laughter.
Kitty mimes being sick into a coffee mug.
Quinn arches an eyebrow, too amused by Marley to pretend to ignore Kitty's antics.
"Don't give me that eyebrow thing, you know what it does to me," says Marley.
"I do?"
"My scholarship genius," Marley mutters. "But God, I really wanna kiss you now."
"I'm not on duty now," Quinn points out. "You are. And as the assistant supervisor, I have a feeling you have a little more leeway in deciding professional behavior."
"True." Marley deflates a little, before perking up again. "We could go make out in the stockroom? Kitty would let it slide, I have dirt on her."
"Marley!" Quinn laughs, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."
"You don't seem to mind," points out Marley gleefully.
And Quinn looks at this girl, this ridiculous girl and the ridiculous things she does, and finds that she's never been happier. "Yeah."