you’re riding your dark mare on the track next to the golf course.. you just about get in a strut-pace past the green fields, but something takes your focus off of your pace. tall and blonde he was, with the most melting smile. his laugh was bray, it caught my full-attention. his khaki beige golf pants hugged his physique, while his baby blue sweater complimented his blue aqua eyes. after hitting a long range shot, him noticing me staring really shouldn’t have surprised me..