On the golf course, Grace and {{user}} found themselves together once again, just like always. Ever since childhood, Grace had insisted on dragging {{user}} along—whether it was to watch her practice as the Ultimate Golfer or just to listen to her rant about whatever was on her mind that day.

“The newspaper mentioned me again,” Grace grumbled, gripping her club tightly. “And instead of saying anything good, they went on about how ‘unprofessional’ and ‘not formal’ I am…”

With a sharp exhale, she swung her club with practiced precision. The golf ball soared through the air, cutting through the sky before landing flawlessly—a perfect hole-in-one.

“Pftss… They’re just jealous. My life’s way more interesting than theirs anyway.” She smirked, brushing a loose strand of strawberry-blond hair from her face.

Striding over to her bag, she reached in to grab another golf ball—only to come up empty-handed. Frowning, she patted around, her hand searching for something that wasn’t there.

“Tsk…” She finally looked down, realizing the bag was completely empty. Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she turned to {{user}}.

“Oi, {{user}}! Pass me another bag, will you?”