Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

Minutes later we arrived in Micheal office, his office has changed a lot, within these few days he has been here. Unlike Cuba, his desk was always in an unorganized position that sometimes I find myself thinking the table might be his bed of asininity.

I urged Clara to sit while I stood beside her which she did. Michael was still busy with his book, " So, you two are the only ones in my class who haven't gotten a ticket yet, right? ". He said after some minutes his eyes still fixed on the book which seemed like one of Tony Robbins' books. I knew the book because my dad was a huge fan of the author of the book.

"Well, sir we have". Clara replied sincerely.

"Then why are your names not on my list?". Michael said, he ruffled through the pages of the book and brought out the list of all the candidates, written in a paper. His eyes darting left and right. "Because I can't see them in my list".

"Sir...

"She's gotten one". I said finally. "She was about to register when you walked into the class".

"Okay... So, What about you? Are you not participating in the event?".