you were at the country club, working as a cart girl. you didn't hate your job; it came with perks. but it also came with the constant onslaught of ugly old men hitting on you. at least they gave you tips, though. it was a bright Thursday afternoon when you approached the group: Rafe, Topper, and Kelce all working on their swings as you rode up. Rafe, hearing the cart behind him, turned. upon seeing you, he slowly lowered his iron.