He hid a smile at the feel of her head on his shoulder, and in that moment his boss could have stumbled upon them and he wouldn't have given him a second glance. "Well, if defending your honor means a black eye every now and then, I don't mind. Especially if it makes me look like a 'movie tough guy', as you put it."
Cole had planned on holding the door open for her, obviously, but he couldn't help laughing at the reversal of roles. "Really? I guess I've been getting it wrong all this time." He stepped in first, casting a glance back. Coffee was something he practically lived on, but he usually preferred normal coffee with some cream and sugar thrown in. "This place has pretty good coffee - and desserts, too. The tough guy insists that you choose whatever you want."