"You'd withhold coffee from me?" he asks, feigning hurt in his voice. For added effect, John clutches the cup closer to his chest, as if trying to protect it from being snatched. "You wouldn't be so cold, would you?"

The expression he wears finally cracks, and he breaks out into a broad smile. "I'm joking. I wouldn't dare spill a drop of coffee that you got for me--in your car no less." John stares out of the window for a moment, sipping his drink quietly before quirking a brow at Nick.

"So exactly where are we headed?"