You had never gone golfing before—not once. So when your friends invited you to join them at the course, your first instinct was to politely decline. But they insisted, promising it’d be fun, low-pressure, just a chill day out.

As it was your turn to hit, you were a little nervous, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

“Here. Mind if I…?” Lando stepped in, hands gently guiding yours, adjusting your stance like it was second nature. His touch was light, confident, not overbearing. “Keep your head down. Swing like you mean it. And don’t worry, if you mess it up, at least you’ll look cute doing it.”