“I was buying a cup of coffee,” Claire said.

“Oh.” Vanessa turned to the clerk and tapped her card against the screen.

“Put her drip coffee on my ticket as well, please.”

The machine chimed twice.

The clerk pulled a white styrofoam cup from the stack and began filling it from the stainless steel urn.

“You really don’t need to do that,” Claire said.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Vanessa said, taking the cup from the clerk and stepping closer to Claire.

“I know how overwhelming these big university spaces can be when you’re not used to them.”