Like every other detective in Portland, Nick needed coffee to function properly. Whether just waking up, or being in the office for fourteen hours, there was usually a Styrofoam cup in his hand. Juliette considered it a bad habit and tried getting him to drink tea. Tea wasn't what kept him awake when a case needed his attention.
What's worse, he was beginning to actually like what was brewed at the police station. Even though it was cheap and tasted slightly muddy at first. His taste buds now preferred it over the sugary flavors that the gas station offered.
