The “Everybody is done with everybody” Wedding
I’ve been married before, professionally, a couple of times, but this takes the biscuit.
The thing that Mike hated most about being Quinn’s secret best friend was forcing himself to stand by and watch as she got hurt.
Especially since he knew that it could all be avoided.
As he watched Quinn, frozen in place on the dance floor, openly staring at Rachel, he wondered - not for the first time - how a girl that kept her emotions so heavily buried could possibly be so transparent.
And how the girl that boasted about her “superior intuitiveness” was nothing but infuriatingly oblivious.