"Look like you two have a smash on your hands," she said, grinning back. She tucked a pound note into a nearby tip jar. The jar seemed half full of slips of paper. She would guess phone numbers given Quinn's charm. "I guess Leech can relax now that you and Casey won't be threatening to turn our living room into a pub anymore."
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