<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EyoWOSf.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Marcus Alexander had never been in a cooking class before, and he did not know what to expect as he entered the college campus, and head towards the culinary arts area, stepping through the door to the melody of smells in the air as he entered. Someone had just cooked a pot roast, or something of the sort, the hearty smell of the meat and the herbs used to season it were heavy in the air. It filled him with nostalgia and bitter sadness as his mind went back to the last time he had had a pot roast that smelled anywhere near that delicious.<br/><br/>He had been dating a woman named Amanda Hart. She was vibrant and full of life. She was ba[/floatleftrely eighteen when she died in a car accident. He found out just as he was going to check on the pot roast dinner with fruit potatoes and seasoned vegetables for their anniversary dinner. It nearly broke him. Time healed the wounds but he knew he would never be the same.<br/><br/>Marcus was filled with a little bit of sadness as he smelled the food, and he had to push it away. He had had therapy for over a year to deal with his grief, and he had learned in that time not to dwell in the sorrow, and not to let the fact that a woman that he had loved had died rule the rest of his life.<br/><br/>He smiled briefly at the thought of her, and then pushed it away, and decided to let it go. It was morning, it was a new day, he had entered a new class, and he was about to learn the art of cooking in a new way, and he was excited about this and he was going to have a great time, meet new people, and maybe even a friend or two in the process. And he was going to get to eat some delicious food. What could be better?<br/><br/>Marcus accidentally bumped into a young man as he entered the classroom, and smiled as he looked up from the ground where he had been deep in thought back to the man and met his kind eyes. "Excuse me, I am sorry I was not watching where I was going. Do you know if we have assigned seating areas or how the hell this is going to work? I am totally lost this is my first culinary arts class. I have no idea what goes on in here. Besides the cooking of course. I know it isn't basket weaving or sewing or some shit."