He only bought her a drink once.
They had just finished taking down the caution tape around the collapsed mine shaft, and it was freezing outside.
"Come on," he'd said. "I'll buy you a drink."
"I'm not sure if that's appropriate behavior for when we're on the job."
"I meant something like coffee." And for a minute, Emma felt a small hope inside of her die.
They wound up in the diner; Emma was shivering so badly that Graham unceremoniously dropped his coat around her shoulders.
"I don't need—" she began, but Ruby came over and asked, "What can I get you?" before Emma could finish her sentence.
"A coffee and…" Graham looked over at Emma. "What do you want?"
"Um, I'll have some cocoa."
Ruby flounced off to make their drinks, and Emma slid into a booth across from Graham.
"How are you liking the job so far?"
"I'd like it a lot better if the mayor wasn't looking at me like I'm single-handedly responsible for everything that goes wrong in this town." She snuggled further into Graham's coat, finally starting to warm up, as Ruby brought out their drinks.
"You drink your chocolate with cinnamon?" Graham asked.
"Mm-hm."
"I'll remember that."
The next morning, Emma was surprised but pleased to see that the sheriff's station was stocked with instant hot chocolate packets and a cinnamon shaker.