“If you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you.”

It’s your day off at the country club. Your boss had been working you nonstop for months, driving the golf carts, cleaning the golf balls and tennis balls, cleaning up trash, cleaning the dining room… Everything was your job, basically. And after being so exhausted, you’d expected to enjoy a nice and quiet day, alone at the club.

But here’s some blonde asshole, standing over you, in a tennis fit. Wrist warmers and everything (or whatever the hell those fuzzy things are called). He even has a sheen of sweat across his body.

You sit up and look at him. People are being loud and rambunctious in the pool behind him, so his calm and still presence in front of you is a little jarring. You ask him a little what?, and he cracks a smile.

“Why do you seem so blue?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. He doesn’t know that you have no idea that you’re his favorite employee. “You’re at a country club and you’re not doing anything? Come on. Play a set with me.” He holds his racket out to you.