"That Weston boy..." Shou shook his head with a little smirk to himself as he hoisted the shoulder-bag he wore a little higher up on his shoulder and, with one hand shielding his face against the warm sunlight that poured into the room through the tall windows, looked up at the nearest speaker, positioned just by the window, from which the sound blared. The boy was always so full of life. Now, if only he paid as much attention to his [i]classes[/i] as he did that radio show...
"He's a right riot."

The gentleman glanced at the watch on his left wrist, catching the light of the day. 3:47 pm now. Time to go home.
It was a Saturday, and the weekend, yes. But Shou didn't mind dropping by to the academy on Saturdays for the wealth of other classes that were offered there. Actually, no, it wasn't so much that he didn't mind. It was more that he himself was a terrible cook, and there happened to be a peculiar cooking class offered there on Saturdays, hosted by a wonderful elderly lady by the name of Mrs. Green.

The class was over now, and the handful or so of students poured out of the building. Shou folded the apron set on the table in front of him into a neat little bundle and plopped it onto the pile of others there. One of them happened to be in a more...[i]interesting[/i] state than the others. And Shou, and probably the rest of the class, knew just who it was that did that. And he was one of the last to leave, before Shou himself. He was a tall, muscular young man with fiery red hair that Shou thought looked like a lion's mane. He stood much taller than Shou and was more than a little intimidating, but gauging by the exchange between him and the short, sweet old woman, he couldn't have been violent even if he tried. Or, appeared to be that way.

"Thank you, Mrs. Green." the man moved to the door where the woman stood, bidding her students farewell. He offered her a grateful smile, followed by a rather solemn sigh. "I don't believe I'll ever get the hang of cooking, I'm afraid. Damned be I if ever I've to impress a pretty lady...[i]hah.[/i]"
"Oh, nonsense, hun." she clicked her tongue, tapping her foot with her hands on her hips. She was loving but spunky indeed for her age, "We'll have you cookin' in no time, dearie."
"You're too good to me, Mrs. Green." Shou laughed now, bowing his head to the elderly woman a final time before stepping out the doorway and onto the paved pathway that led out into the open academy. The white brick buildings glittered with an ethereal light in the sun. The afternoons and early evenings had always been Shou's favourite parts of the day. "See you next Saturday, Mrs. Green!"
"And you, Shou! Make sure to take care of yourself, and eat well!"

The parking lot where he'd left his car was a fair distance away, so Shou took his time, particularly focused on the 'fiery lion' (the romanticist in him had dubbed the boy) who walked a little bit ahead. He chuckled to himself at the thought of the last dish he'd burnt. It was always interesting having the boy in the cooking classes. Shou wondered about his age. He didn't seem much younger than Shou himself, though many of the older students at the academy weren't much so, either. It led him to wonder about his profession. A professional weight-lifter?
[i]It wasn't unlikely...[/i]

The professor decided he might just want to make conversation with the young man, and upped his pace just enough to walk a little distance from him. Not too close as to suggest closeness, but not too far so his words wouldn't be in earshot.
"Interesting cooking class today, was it not?" he gave the young man a side-glance, and all but flinched at how tall he really was. He made Shou feel quite tiny in comparison for his 6'2". It was definitely interesting to note the man's height.