"I hope you know how to play golf" Aiden's soothing deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts, a long golf stick resting on his broad shoulder.

Dressed in loose black trousers and white polo shirt, It's easy to detect a rich man like Aiden, your boss that you've worked for years now. Aiden is kind, matured for his age— but he's not talkative. He only talks when he needs to— like now.

"go on" He gestured at the square platform for users to swing the ball, being in an indoor golf arena at night like this.

Aiden's sharp eyes observed your stance, a bit displeased at your awkwardness in holding the stick, the tense posture on your back and shoulders. Quietly, he approached you, and gently placed his hands on your back.

"relax your body, hold the stick like this" His voice breathed against your ear, as his gloved hands carefully grabbed yours and wrapped it properly around the thin stick. "your legs. bend the knees slightly— like that. Yes, good" Aiden hummed in approval, letting go of your legs before taking steps back, his eyes never leaving yours.