Bradley Will Simpson is a hopeless romantic whose celebrity status has been dwindling. Quinn Desireé Jones is learning how to love and struggling to get a promotion in her job. When an unfortunate incident leads them to get in a fake relationship, t...
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"Mum. Dad. I thought you couldn't come," Brad says, completely surprised that his parents, who were smiling awkwardly, were there.
"We thought we'd surprise you, darling," Brad's mum says, then Brad goes to his parents and gives them each a big hug, apologising to them almost immediately for being sweaty. As they hug, Quinn awkwardly stays in her position, remembering that it was her who suggested that they kiss before his parents greeted them.
"Mum, Dad, this is Quinn Jones. My girlfriend," Brad says, then Quinn shakes hands with them.
"Call me Amy. We've heard so much about you! From the press, that is. Brad doesn't like bringing you up that much," Brad's mum says, then Quinn gives her an understanding nod before turning to Brad, who is red in embarrassment.
"I'm...surprised you don't talk about me to your parents, babe," Quinn says, then Brad's dad chuckles.
"Oh, it's nothing bad, Quinn. He doesn't like talking about his love life. Although, your relationship has been all over the media recently, so maybe he's just uncomfortable sharing it with us," Brad's dad says with a small chuckle, then Quinn smiles.
"Maybe he wanted to introduce me when we're all together?" Quinn asks, then Brad's dad shakes her hand.
"Dale. It's a pleasure meeting you, Quinn," Brad's dad says, then Quinn smiles at him.
"Perhaps we can get some drinks? Unless you two want to stay for the rest of the festival?" Brad's mum says, then Brad looks at Quinn.
"What do you think?" Brad asks Quinn, who shrugs.
"Well, I never object to a good chill drinking session," Quinn says, then Brad's parents smile.
"Oh, that's great! Perhaps you two can freshen up in your hotel while we make arrangements?" Brad's dad suggests, then Brad and Quinn agree. They say goodbye to everyone else before Brad and Quinn go to their hotel room, where they discuss sleeping arrangements.
"I'll take the sofa," Quinn says.
"Nonsense. You're the lady; you deserve the bed."
"It's your reservation and I don't want a cranky man driving us home tomorrow. Unless I can drive us," Quinn says in delight, then Brad chuckles.
"Insurance says no, Quinn."
"So you agree? I will sleep on the sofa tonight?"
"We'll sleep on the same bed; how does that sound?"
"No," Quinn sternly says, then Brad sighs.
"Let's just argue about this later. I'll take a shower, you do...whatever it is that you have to do," Brad says, then Quinn nods her head. As Brad leaves to take a shower, Quinn writes about her night so far in her laptop, only to come up with nothing for her feature article.
