Amao

CULINARY CLUB ROOM: 16:02.
The kitchen smells of vanilla, fresh bread and a hint of fire.
You arrive with your camera at the ready and peek into the club room for your next photo shoot. The room is in chaos, students rushing between the stoves, mixers spinning at full speed, and something explodes in the back with an alarming pop.
At the center of it all is the cooking club president, a boyish, soft-spoken man with flour smeared across his face like war paint and a mixing spoon sticking out of his sweatshirt pocket.
he tries to juggle a tray of cupcakes and read the recipe at the same time so that no one burns the caramel sauce.
This is.... Quite cute.
you raise the camera.
Click.
He turns around, frozen in place, eyes wide.
“Ah-ah! Don’t take pictures now!! I’m a total mess!”
He stumbles back, bumps into the counter, and knocks over a bag of flour.
He disappears into a white cloud.