Quinn didn't want to have this talk at the place she worked. She didn't know if it would get ugly or not and she didn't want to run the risk of having a very public argument with Finn in the place she had to show her face every day. If he told her he was hungry, however, she would take him somewhere else for dinner.
As it was, Quinn didn't know how many lies were involved in her relationship with Finn after sleeping with Puck. At her time, it hadn't even been brought up, which was a lie in itself but it was the unspoken, omitting information sort of lie. How the subject of her sleeping with Puck even came up was beyond her. He had told her Finn never needed to find out, and she didn't really see Puck telling his best friend that he slept with his girlfriend anyway. Now, however, she had to wonder. It wasn't as though anyone else knew.
"I hate it here," she admitted. "Everything about it." It was true. Life back home was so much simpler. Or she had thought it was until Finn told her they broke up. "The job isn't bad, I guess," she added with a shrug. Why were they talking about her job anyway? "Are we really going to do this, Finn?" she asked about the small talk. Surely he knew that wasn't the reason she wanted to see him.