Joyce exited the classroom with Brooke and Clara, her new friends that were still showing the gum she had offered them.
This stupid idea that Charles had given her had actually worked, surprisingly.
"So," Clara stepped behind to walk with Joyce as Brooke was once on a call. "What class do you have next?"
"I have a psychology subject next."
"Woah," Clara chuckeld, "you must really want to go into teaching then. Because that is the perfect combination."
"Are you not?"
"I am." She admitted. "But I want to be a professor."
"Good luck." Joyce genuinely wished her. "What are you going to do next?"
"Coffee. You?"
"Something to eat."
Clara grinned. "Great. I know just the spot we should go to."
A cafe, thankfully, a different one was where Clara had brought her. It had a beautiful white to it, white and gold were the colors that were dominating the entire Cafe.
