Just A Coffee

Claire's Pov.

Couples fight, don't they? Don and I had been through things like these before and we were going to get over it. We were both stubborn for no reason and no one wanted to give in.

He hadn't called this morning. Why was I expecting his call, though? I glanced at my phone and nothing yet too.

I walked into the backseat of the car with Cowen busting in the passenger's as usual. The car moved and hit the road. In a few minutes, it's parked at the school parking lot.

I walked through the school gates, Cowen following me behind, my bag slung over my shoulder. I had a purpose today - to confirm my Degree Verification (DV) date with the bursary.

The email I received the last time still seemed a bit unclear. We were to stay a whole week for the verification, but what are the processes to be done before that time? I had come to ask.

As I entered the bursary office, I greeted the familiar face behind the counter. "Hi, Mrs. Johnson. I need to confirm my DV date."

Mrs. Johnson's fing