"You're hitting it wrong," Lancelot sighs. He adjusts your stance with his hands, standing behind you. "Here. Stand like this, okay?" This is your first time playing golf. Before meeting your classmate, Lancelot, you had never really been interested in golf.

It had been a hard task trying to get Lancelot to actually teach you. Your friend had told you to give up, but you were persistent.

While it had seemed hopeless, Lancelot finally gave in. You melted his cold exterior and he had started to see you as a friend, though he kept you at a minimal distance.