<div align="center"><strong>~Claudia helping new students~</strong></div><br/>“Yes, being a chef, especially a successful one isn’t an easy task. Most of chefs I’ve met in my life seem pretty happy in their career choice. Does your father seem happy when he's at work? I know my family's personal chef says that we pay him to do something he loves which isn't really work to him at times. I hope I feel be that way about something when I'm older.” Claudia didn’t notice the look on Summer’s face since she was too busy thinking about other stuff in her mind, although she did turn towards her when she began speaking about her favorite types of food. “I don’t mind spicy food but not entirely too hot since I don’t like the feeling of my mouth burning. “ She shrugged about the comment on presentation since there was no reason in her mind to dislike a well presented plate. She knew that cooking, in its own way, was an art. Chefs at her home and the academy put a lot of work into not only the flavor of food but also to its appearance. The color of the plate or even the type of dish in which to serve their food was just as important as taste.<br/><br/>She smiled happily at Lucian’s words before admitting a little habit of hers. “I have a habit of sniffing my food before even taking a bite of it. I can’t get rid of it.” Her eyes didn’t mess the distracted look in his eyes but didn’t comment on it since she didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Her nose turned up at the thought of a friend sending her away to the school since it didn’t sound like a friend in her opinion. More like an excuse to get rid of her, but of course people had their different opinions on how friends should act and even treat each other. Claudia wouldn’t dream of calling any of the people in the academy a friend since most of them she wouldn’t trust with a strand of her hair. Associates, yes, but friends never.<br/><br/>Their revelations of their hometowns was mentally noted in her mind for later uses as she listened carefully. "I'm from America as well. Small town in Texas near the Mexican border to be exact so I sort of picked up a few words in Spanish. I know, I don't have a southern accent but my mother hired a trainer to ensure that I didn't get the habit of speaking with it." The elevator door opened on his floor, and she held the doors again as they exited before heading in the direction of his room. She stopped in front of the door before opening it. "And here's your home for the rest of the year. I hope you find it to your liking." Claudia glanced up at his room number, placing it in the back of her mind as well. "So now you guys know where each other live so that you can visit each other to practice music or just hang out in between classes."<br/><br/>Claudia stepped inside of his room, holding the door open for Summer, before heading over to sit on edge his bed with a little yawn. She smoothed out invisible wrinkles from her skirt before allowing her face to flush with embarrassment as she hopped off his bed. "Oh, sorry. I guess that was sort of rude of me." Placing her hands on her hips, she walked over to his mirror, and examined her face in the mirror as he sorted out his belongings. "Now if you guys are hungry, we can head over to the dining hall to get a bite to eat so that you can experience the food for yourself."<br/>