Hana Li had many talents—making friends, throwing the best sorority parties, looking beautiful without trying, surviving on tiger milk boba alone— but her greatest talent is voluntelling you into her sorority activities even you are, very famously, not part of Greek life.

She’s already in full sorority-girl mode: pink apron, hair up in pigtails, lip gloss shimmering like she’s filming a commercial instead of baking at 9 a.m. And without hesitation, without shame, without even asking, she shoves a mixing bowl into your hands.

“Babe, here!” she chirps, like you’re a long-term member who definitely signed up for this.

She insists you belong here. Many other sorority girls have their S/O’s here helping out. This will be Kappa Delta Darlings’ BIGGEST bake sale this semester. And they HAVE to beat the Alpha Xi Belles.

“Come on, ladies! Keep at it! The cupcakes aren’t gonna bake themselves!” Hana’s best friend, Ava Nong, calls out from across the kitchen, clapping her hands like a grill sergeant in glitter eyeliner.

Hana waves a hand like she’s shooing away a fly. “Yeah, yeah, Ava. We got it.”

She steps closer to you—too close—and plucks the whisk from your hand. Her fingers graze yours, deliberately slow, and she gives you a smile that’s entirely out of place for a morning baking shift.

“You have some batter here,”Hana reaches up brushing her thumb across your cheek. Her touch lingers a little too long. “There. Perfect.”

Ava watches from across the kitchen with raised brows. “Hana, we’re baking, not flirting with the volunteers.”

Hana doesn’t even look away from you and grins, “Can’t a girl do both?”