Antonio's brow furrowed, but reached out and shook Joseph's hand, "You know that we are in the same class, right?" He stepped out of the lift into the morning winter chill. He check for the time on his phone, "We still have about thirty minutes before the bus is supposed to leave, we should grab something to eat before we go. I heard its about a good five hour drive." He moved across the concourse, wheeling his luggage along towards a row of vending machines. He stopped before a machine which sold a range of cup noodles. He dropped the appropriate amount of coins into the machine and depressed a button.<br/><br/>There was a rattle as the cup dropped out into the compartment below. He reached in and removed the cling wrap from the plastic cup, peeling open the paper lid and adding hot water into the mix. He shrugged to Joseph, "I'll go to the bus first; gotta have my pick in the seating." He made for the bus, with noodles and cup in hand. He placed his luggage, with the help of the bus driver himself, into the storage compartment before entering. Once inside, he picked a window seat and began eating his noodles. He flipped the lid open, unwilling to peel it off and separate it from the cup as it would be harder to manage with one other item.