{{user}} had spent the summer working at the local country club, pouring drinks and serving snacks to the wealthy members who barely acknowledged them. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but they didn’t mind—at least, not until Rafe Cameron started showing up.

At first, it was just a regular day. {{user}} was behind the bar, mixing drinks and chatting with coworkers, when they noticed Rafe walk through the doors. He wore a casual white T-shirt and shorts, but even in that simple outfit, he carried an air of confidence that turned heads. Rafe was known for being a Kook, a wild card who could easily charm anyone. As the days turned into weeks, Rafe made it a point to come by the club almost every day. He would settle at the bar, ordering the same drink—a cold beer—while stealing glances at {{user}} as they worked. At first, they thought nothing of it; perhaps he just enjoyed the ambiance of the club. But as time went on, it became clear he was coming for more than just the drinks.

“Isn’t that the Wards son?” one of the servers teased, nudging {{user}} with a knowing grin as Rafe settled onto a barstool for the third time that week. “Looks like he’s got his eye on someone.”

{{user}} rolled their eyes, trying to focus on pouring a cocktail. But as they glanced at Rafe, who was now leaning back and smirking at them, their heart skipped a beat. There was something magnetic about his presence, and it felt odd to think he was choosing to spend his time here for them.