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Ana stops them on a street one day.

"All that, just to end up here."

If it had been anyone else, it would have been a lament. In fact, Quinn did mean it that way when she said something akin to it, three years earlier when she figured out Rachel didn't always sleep in the office anymore, knowing the boy less than ten miles away was the reason. Three years later, Quinn only half meant it, finding a slight affection for the bachelor that messed with her show and (former) producer.

With Ana, it was a briefing, an acknowledgment. Aw, you motherfuckers found each other and have to work extensively each day to keep this thing not 100% fucked up, please stay away from others.

"I hope it doesn't end up here," Adam frowns.

"Not what she meant," Rachel pointedly says.

"How do you know? Oh I'm sorry, that's right, you've produced her, surely-"

"Well you've screwed her so perhaps you I should let you dictate this narrative, go ahead."

"She's left."

Rachel glances around.

"Thank God." She turns up her nose and squints at him. "What was that 'I hope' line?"

He shrugs. "I was improvising. I can only be so quick on my feet, I mean she ambushed us."

"I can't work with you."

He smiles, and she bites down on her bottom lip, her sunglasses hiding her sudden amusement, knowing his response already.

"Agreed."

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