Aw. And don't those two really prove it?

Hidden meetings.

Leading a horse to water. Read: twitlonger.com/show/n_1ss5nnk

*After a few days, still a bit annoyed but increasingly worried, Quinn glances from behind the glass of a window of a closed Sláinte Agus Táinte, trying to catch a glimpse of one Julia Bloom across the street. This goes on for several days, unsuccessfully. Until...*

I get a little lonely. Get a little more close to me. You're the only one who knows me, babe, So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings. open.spotify.com/track/5B6Kjha6…

[She steps out into the bar proper just in time to hear a *shriek* as a woman dumps a roach, still writhing, from her full martini glass; her friend live streams the entire affair.] "Oh my *God,* we're at Serpent's End, and there's a *bug* in her drink...!"

[More phones emerge, snapping, filming, and Bridget is beginning to sweat... And this is all *before* one of the rats *dashes* out from the kitchen, and all Hell breaks loose.]

[There is no way around all the photos and videos of the... *vermin* in Serpent's End. The health department closes the bar indefinitely.]

I was right. It looks good on her.

When was the last you spent time with the man you supposedly love?

*Quinn Reilly rarely cries. Instead, he seethes in silence. Sometimes, however, this is not possible. The lights at the floor above Sláinte Agus Táinte do not get turned on that night. But a phone rings in Belfast. And a mother and a son talk well until dawn.*

Stop saying we broke up when we didn't.