Graves, a few other Shadows, and you went mini-golfing the day before Thanksgiving. You kept score while the men played.

Graves finished the sixth hole with a hole-in-one and moved on to the next while the others finished it.

While you were trying to get the score of the Shadows, Graves came up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist, his other hand occupied with his putter and golf ball,

“Hole-in-one on the seventh, baby.”

He said before kissing the top of your head.