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It was your last year of undergrad at Spooky University. And this year, you wanted to do something different. 

Which was to join a fun club and actually stick to it. 

There was an overwhelming amount of organizations and clubs that the university had, there were hundreds of them, and all of them were led by students.

But there was one club that applied more to your interest. The Cooking and Baking Club. 

The club had a callout meeting date, like what many other clubs had during the first few weeks of school, and you decided to muster up all the courage you had and go to that meeting. 

Social anxiety be damned. 

Right after your last lecture of the day, you walked to where the callout meeting was being held. Looking down at your phone, you made sure to double-check the photo you took of the flyer. 

You felt nervous, you didn't really think of yourself as a chef or a baker. You were a novice, an amateur. But you talked yourself down, this was supposed to be fun! It's not like you were getting graded on how well you could cook and bake. 

Entering a large building, you traversed through the halls, took some flight of stairs, and walked up to a door that led to a large classroom. 

You took in a deep breath and walked in. There was already a handful of people. They were a bit spread out, sitting at different round tables, sticking together with their friend group. 

In the back corner, there was a small group of people huddled around a computer. Most likely, they were the ones who organized the club. 

Your eyes scanned the area and spotted the closest empty table. You made your way over and took a seat on the blue plastic chair with wheels. Better than the ones without, that's for sure. 

Not too long, there was a sound of a clap and a girl speaking. "Hey, everyone! We're about to get started."

A PowerPoint came up on the many large projector screens around the room. Before they were about to begin, someone walked into the room. They took large heavy strides toward the group of people in the corner. 

"Hey, y'all. Sorry, I'm late!"

You immediately noticed that southern drawl the guy had accompanied by a pretty deep voice. He had dark hair, looked fairly tall, and was big in stature. He looked to have more meat on him rather than muscle though. 

There was some ruckus of excitement and happy shouts. 

"Bob!"

"Aye! Glad you could make it, buddy!"

"We're just about to start!" 

"Great!" Bob nodded as he placed his duffle bag along with his school bag on the floor. He then looked up and out to the people sitting at the tables. 

"Hey ya, everyone! My names Bob Velseb. And I am the president of SU's Cooking and Baking Club. Uh, you may know me as the linebacker on the football team. Number 92. And uhm, they also call me the Defensive Teddy Bear, so there's that."

There were chuckles and giggles. You couldn't help but join in with them.

Bob continued with a smile, "I'm a senior, studying Culinary Arts with a minor in Hospitality Management. Someday, I would like to open my own restaurant! Uhm, oh, some of my hobbies are playin' football, hangin' out with my buddies, eatin', and cookin'- obviously. Now, I'mma, let my officers introduce themselves!"

The other people in the corner started to introduce themselves as they went through the slides. They told you their names, years, majors, and hobbies. 

Bob began going over what the club had to offer and other important information such as events that will be happening throughout the semester as well as contact information. At the end of the slides, there was a QR code to officially join the club and information about paying membership dues for either a semester or for the whole year.

After scanning the code, you placed your information in and joined the club, even paying the membership dues for up to the whole year. It wasn't very much, so even if you did change your mind, it wouldn't be a huge loss. 

The vice president of the club started to speak. "Alright, it's time for everyone's favorite activity. An icebreaker game!"

A piece of paper along with a sticker name tag was passed out as the rules were explained. It was a bingo game. Each box had a statement written that was related to cooking and baking. The goal was to ask each person if the statement applied to them and whoever gets five in a row gets a prize. The catch was, you were only allowed to put the name of the person once. 

The game began and everyone started to mingle with each other. You quickly wrote your name on the sticker name tag and slapped it on your chest. 

You stood up to join, but you then hesitated as you stared at the group of people. You weren't sure how to introduce yourself to them. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder, startling you as your body tensed up. You turned your head to look at the person with wide eyes. Your eyes trailed up and were met with Bob's, the president of the club.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go and startle ya like that!" 

You felt your face becoming a bit hot. You weren't exactly sure why, but it was probably because you were talking to a new person. "O-Oh, it's okay!"

"I haven't seen ya before. What's yer name?"

You went ahead and told him your name. Bob and you began to converse a little bit. Telling him what you were studying and what year you were in. 

"Well, it's nice ta meet ya!" He stuck his hand out, gesturing towards the piece of paper in your hand. "May I?"

You handed him the paper. His eyes bounced around, looking at each of the boxes. He then pulled out a pen and bent down towards the table. You peered over his shoulder as he scribbled down his name on the paper. 

"Here ya go!" Bob smiled, handing you back the bingo sheet. 

Taking a better look at the paper, you saw where Bob wrote his name. "You've mistaken salt for sugar," you said with a smile. 

He let out a chuckle. You had to admit, it was a cute one at that. "Yeah, happens to the best of us, right?"

"Yeah! Yeah, for sure. Uh, well, thank you."

"No worries!" Bob replied, giving you a cheerful grin. 

Other people began huddling around you and Bob. They began asking your name and getting to know you. 

From the people you met and overhearing the conversation between Bob and some others, most of them were returning to the club from the year prior. 

It made you feel a bit timid about your knowledge and abilities. 

While you were in the middle of getting to know someone, one of the members already got a bingo, to your disappointment. The prize ended up being some homemade baked goods, made by none other than Bob himself. 

According to the winner, it's one of, if not, the best thing they had ever tasted. 

You thought the meeting was over until you heard the iconic Jeopardy music playing in the background and you were given a piece of paper with a number. Looking at it, yours was numbered two. 

Bob began to explain, "Alright, y'all. The number on your paper is yer group." He then began pointing at different tables, counting them. 

You went to table number two along with a few other people. You were determined to win this time! You hoped your group wanted to win as badly as you too. 

The rules were simple. Each group picked one person who was going to answer. Whoever raised their hand the fastest will be able to answer. 

Your group was indecisive and wasn't sure who was going to answer for the group. The game was about to start and your group was the only one without an answerer. With a sigh, you decided to bite the bullet and be the one to answer for them. 

Before the game finally began, Bob asked each group's answerer to pick a number from one through ten. 

You picked a number and turns out you were the closest number to what Bob was thinking of. Allowing your group to pick first. 

Your group decided to go big and picked the highest number under the topic 'kitchen safety'. The question was pretty easy and your team was able to answer it first. You were off to a good start! 

As the game went on, it was neck and neck. Your group was tied with another and there was one more question left. 

The question was: 'Don't wait for Thanksgiving to make sweet potatoes; just one will provide you nearly 40% of your daily requirement for Vitamin C and over 400% of this vitamin.'

You quickly raised your hand to answer it. But the other team you were tied with got to it first. Your team was disappointed, however, the team got the answer wrong. 

There was still a chance for your team to win. 

"Uhm...what is Vitamin A?" you answered. 

Your heart raced with anticipation as you waited to hear if you got it wrong or right. 

"That is...correct!" Bob announced. 

Your teammates cheered as you let out a sigh of relief. 

Bob walked over to your table and gave your team the supposedly delicious home-baked goods. 

Opening up the baggie, you broke off a piece and placed it in your mouth. You silently hummed in delight. It was really good. Sweet and soft. 

You looked up at the other team and smiled at them. "Do you guys wanna try some? It's really good!"

You got some 'sures' and nods. You began breaking off some pieces and shared the dessert with them. It also seemed like you created a domino effect and everyone else in your team started to share their goods with everyone else too. 

"Well, that was really nice of ya," Bob said to you. 

You looked up at him and smiled. "Oh, it's nothing. By the way, these are really good." You lifted up the baggie, gesturing towards them. 

"Thank ya! Took me a while to perfect them," Bob replied, giving you a proud smile. He then looked up at the other members. "Alright, y'all. That's a wrap of today's callout meetin'! Our next club meetin' will be on Wednesday at the Demonstration Kitchen at the Rec. My officers and I will be makin' dinner for y'all, so if ya want, you could bring in a dessert to share with everyone! I'll send an email reminder out to those who have officially joined the club. Thanks for comin' out!"

Everyone began to shuffle around and stood up from their seats. You walked over to the table where you sat when you first came in and grabbed your book bag, swinging it over your shoulder. 

As you turned to walk, you bumped into Bob. 

"Whoa! Sorry!" you laughed, feeling your face burn up. 

"Oh, sorry! That's my bad," Bob said with a chuckle. "Hey, are ya plannin' on comin' to the next meetin'?"

"Oh, uhm, yeah! I put all my info in and paid my dues."

"That's good to hear! I'll see ya then! Have a good weekend." 

"I'll see you! And thanks!"

Bob grinned, waving at you before he walked away. You couldn't help but feel your heart doing flips in your chest. 

Man, now you have to go to the next meeting.

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You walked over to the recreational center, where the club meeting was taking place. You were carrying the dessert that you made. It was some cookie bars. It wasn't the prettiest looking thing but it tasted great, at least you thought it did. You hoped it did. 

Walking into the large facility, you navigated your way through it to find the Demonstration Kitchen. 

You finally found it and walked inside, it was similar to a normal kitchen that you find in a house. There was an island with seating, so you can sit and watch people cook. There was also a dining area to sit and eat for a larger group of people. 

There were tan colored cabinets. Double ovens, an electric stove, a sink, and pretty much everything you need to make anything. 

You noticed on the large island, there was already a line of desserts placed. They all looked so nice and almost professionally made, then again, the majority of the members were culinary students. But still, it made your cookie bars look less than pretty in your opinion. 

Sheepishly, you quickly placed your dessert along with the others and walked away. 

Bob and his other officers were busy making dinner. It smelled savory and mouth-watering delicious. You were excited to have some good food made by culinary students. It didn't take too long and dinner was served. 

While everyone was serving themselves, Bob spoke up as he held your dessert. "Who made this? "

You chuckled self-consciously, feeling a tad bit embarrassed. "Oh, that ones mine. Sorry, they look kind of ugly."

"I don't believe in ugly foods. Just judgemental people." Bob grinned at you. He took a bite of it and his face immediately lit up. 

"Do you like it?" you asked a bit nervously. 

"I-- it's, it's delicious! Holy cow!" Bob exclaimed in delight. He stepped to the side, letting the other members have a taste. 

The others grabbed some. Some nodded with smiles, some hummed in contentment, while the rest commented on how good it was. 

You thanked them as you blushed, feeling proud but also flustered by their compliments. 

You started to feel more comfortable with the people in the club, eating your food while chatting with the other members and officers. At the end of the meeting, Bob said his announcement for the next club meeting that was being held on Friday. Which was a cooking activity but in groups.

You decided to stick around for a bit and help clean up the mess that was left behind. 

After saying your goodbyes to the rest of the remaining members, you walked out of the building and over to the closest campus city bus stop. While you scrolled through your phone as you waited, you heard a 'hey!' and someone calling out your name.

You looked up and turned. "Oh, hey, what's up?"

Bob walked up to you with a soft smile on his face. "I was wonderin' if yer gonna come to the next meetin'?"

You looked off to the side as you hummed. You glanced back at Bob with your lips slightly curled up, "Yeah, maybe. I might," you replied with a little shrug. 

"Well, I hope to see you." There was a pause. "To see more of what-chu can do, I mean," Bob said with a little flustered laugh. 

You giggled, amused with his demeanor. "I'm not very good at cooking though. So it might not be as good as my baking."

"Oh, that's alright! We're gonna be workin' in groups. It's gonna be fun!"

Grinning, you gave him some nods. "Oh, right! Yeah, I'll take your word for it!"

"Great!"

The both of you stood there a bit awkwardly. Although, it seemed like Bob had something more to say. 

He held onto the straps of his book bag and lost eye contact with you, looking off to the side. You noticed his cheeks were dusted with light pink. "I, uh, I was also wonderin' if you could make me some more of those cookie bars if ya don't mind. Or maybe...just sharin' the recipe is fine too!"

Letting out a light laugh, you give him a nod. "Sure, Bob, I don't mind. I would love to make some more for you."

Bob looked back at you again, eyes bright, flashing you a lovely grin. "Awe, shucks. Thank you!"

"Of course!"

You saw a bus in the distance behind Bob, and noticing it was yours, you waved it down. 

"Looks like my rides here," you told Bob. 

"Oh! Right, right. I'll see ya around?" he said, you could tell there was a hint of hope in his tone. 

"Yeah, I'll see ya!" you said with a smile. 

As you were walking up to the curb Bob stopped you. "Wait." 

You turned to look at him. You saw he had his arm out and was holding something in his hand. "He-Here's my number. Maybe we can hang out or study together sometime?" 

Grinning at him widely, you took the piece of paper off of him. "I would love to! But I have to get going now. Uh, the bus is waiting." 

"Ah, sorry! Yeah, uhm, just shoot me a text whenever yer free!" 

"Okay, Bob. I will!" You walked up to the steps of the bus, but before you got on, you turned to Bob and waved at him. He gave you a small little wave back, and with that, you climbed up the steps of the bus. 

You sat by the window with a smile that you just couldn't get rid of and watched Bob walking off as the bus moved onto the next stop. 

Pulling out your phone, you immediately put in his contact information and decided to send him a little text.