You had absolutely worked your ass off, getting to where you were. You'd grown up in shadyside. Got a job as early on as you could, saving up enough money to get the hell out of shadyside. Maybe move somewhere better than shadyside, or sunnyvale; you had big dreams.

But your dreams ended with you working at the sunnyvale sheriffs office as the secretary at the front. Every 'i need to see Nick' or 'wheres sheriff goode?' got more tiring than the last. However, what never seemed to get tiring was nick himself. You'd heard all about him, from sunnyvalers and shadysiders. He was a goode; did nothing but his best to help the community. Held compassion for shadyside and all the tragedies that occurred over there. This compassion seemed to extend to you--

Everytime he'd come over, lean against your desk and hand a coffee to you, you shared a little smile. He'd talk to you about cases- thank you when you'd send someone through to his office. He'd ask you what you were doing after work, sometimes too, maybe just to be kind.

However, on nicks side, you were just so goddamn oblivious. you never seemed to pick up on the hints he was dropping; he thought you were sweet. Real sweet, for a shadysider, someone that maybe he could get closer with-

"Coffee?" A voice comes, as you sit at your desk. You look up, and nicks leaning his hip against it, smile on his face and a coffee outstretched to you. he knew your order off by heart.