Larry settled into his seat. Leaning back into it, the last thing he expected was Antonio to start talking to him. Usually most of the students did not strike up a conversation with him, but avoided him like the plague. Then again, those happen to be students that he himself had yelled at so that might have something to do with it. Shifting in his seat and making it groan in protest, he turned to get a better look at the student. "Yes. That is my name. Thank you." He did not bother with asking Antonio's name. Not that he knew it, but he figured he would soon enough. Larry rarely messed around with people's names until the class was cut more done to size. Then he bother learning them. Before that, it was usually a waste of time and memory space trying too.<br/><br/>Usually only the more serious students made it past the first few cuts and those were the ones that held Larry's interests.<br/><br/>As he was speaking, the doors to the bus closed with a soft hiss. The engine rumbled to life as the driver put it into drive and pulled away from the curve. The vibrations were sent up through the floor to his seat and feet. Leaning back into the seat, Larry shut his eyes. "I think this trip is more or less a time filler for me. However, for those with less experience, it is a highly good way to get more experience and see what you are made of in the kitchen."