David smirked when he received the pad back from her. He shook her hand first before scribbling a note back, "It's how I make my living. You can call me David." Mr. Bacchus was what his students called him. And he didn't work there. Besides, he was starting to think she wasn't too bad. A little sassy, but who as he to judge.
"So," he wrote, "Which of the Frye Island freaks do you belong to?" He knew she had to belong to one of his former classmates, or someone he knew, he just was stumped. Once finished writing, he handed it back to her.