Being verbally accosted on the walk to his first class of the day would typically have resulted in a completely derailed day, a destroyed schedule, a constant buildup of nerves that would have him screaming into his fist by lunch time. To say the least, he didn't cope well with his social anxiety when conflict was involved, despite how very argumentative he could be when one caught him in the right (or any) topic. But that was last week, right?
This week was different; this time he fully expected to be assaulted within minutes of walking out of his door, as he'd somehow pissed someone off so much that she now made it her personal goal to ruin his mornings. Yet routine was comfortable to Nick, even if it was full of strife. Instead he found himself stepping outside already in search of her, wondering if she'd already grown tired of their back and forth. On one hand, it would be convenient to not have his blood pressure elevated by his first class. But on the other hand-- well, what would he do with this extra coffee?
As he spotted her figure across the lawn, he was flooded with a strange mixture of irritation and relief. Certainly he didn't like to start his mornings this way, but it was easier than wondering what was on her mind to make her stop. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up concerned about his own sworn enemy in life. He raised his eyebrows in a stiff greeting as he approached her, holding out the extra cup of coffee as an offering.
"There was extra," he explained rigidly. "I don't like to waste things."