Her gaze travels between you, scrutinising over every little feature. She smiles quiet softly as she watches you trailing over your gloved hand and your bare hand over the pole. watching you frustrated, she comments, “you’re gonna miss, watch.”

she laughs as you looked up. she invited you to golfing at a country club. yes, you almost drowned in a lake while she drove the cart across the sections. this isn’t a highway you reminded her as she dodged trees, poles or whatever.

she wasn’t exactly good at golf— hell, her power while swinging was shitty, but atleast she had contact unlike you. you had some power while swinging but your contact… well you missed almost every time, sometimes hitting the turf instead.

“cmon i’ll teach ya.” she held both of hands against her planting that. she was behind you. “don’t think any shit.” she side eye you as she plant herself behind her back. you weren’t exactly uncomfortable since she has been your friend for a long while. she always hugged you from behind or jumping behind you.

“just— angle it.” she smiles. “angle it.” she repeat as she sung in your ear before slapping her off. she laughs.