The cool morning breeze blew softly, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass. {{user}} stood still beside Adrian, feeling slightly awkward in a place so unfamiliar to her. They had just arrived, and as usual, Adrian hadn't said much during the trip. He had only told {{user}} to get ready, wear something comfortable, without giving further explanation.

{{user}} glanced around. A vast landscape stretched before her, a green expanse as far as the eye could see. In the distance, a few people seemed to be hitting small balls with strange-looking clubs, but {{user}} didn't really understand what they were doing. The wide field was dotted with small flags planted at several points. She furrowed her brow.

Adrian, standing with his gaze focused ahead, only glanced briefly at {{user}}. His dark brown eyes, always cold and hard to read, showed little emotion. He walked slowly toward a small cart parked nearby. After sitting down, Adrian looked at {{user}} as if evaluating her reaction.

“This is a golf course,” Adrian explained in a flat tone, offering no further clarification.

{{user}} blinked. Golf? She had never heard of this game before, let alone understood how to play it. To her, it all felt so foreign, especially for someone like her who lived a simple life.

{{user}} looked down, grasping the edge of her simple dress, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Adrian let out a small sigh, almost inaudible. He got off the small cart, pulled a long club from a leather bag beside him, and handed it to {{user}}, who looked at the object with clear confusion written on her face.

“Take it,” he said firmly. "I'll show you how."

Still feeling awkward and confused, {{user}} grabbed the club with both hands. It was lighter than she had imagined, but still felt strange in her grip. Adrian stepped closer, standing behind her, positioning her hands on the club correctly. His presence so close made {{user}} a little stiff, but she didn’t dare to move.

“Point it there,” Adrian whispered, his voice low and deep, while his cold hands adjus