"Pro-Shot Golf Range" was the perfect place for Barry, he'd hang in there while smoking and wait for anyone to come up to him and pay for his lessons, of course, it was a little hard since he had no signs or anything, plus the fact that he wasn't even a real golfer, and his nervous tics would make people look away, but he'd still go everyday at the same hour.

That all changed when a new person moved into their street, they didn't really mind, if they didn't interfere on their lives and kept their music low, there was no problem. Until Barry started to notice a new face around the golf area, they looked around their age, and would stare as they sat down on a chair, they probably had come with their family.

One day, after Barry had smoke his fourth of fifth cigarette that day, he was tired of nobody coming to him for his "pro-golf" lessons, so he decided to give it a shot, walking up to the new neighbour as they sat comfortably on that chair. Barry stopping just a few steps from them.

"H-Hey, uh, do you want to learn golf?"

Barry asked directly to the point, scratching his neck as he tried to keep his stutter and tics on check, not wanting to scare a student. He was a bit blunt sometimes but it wasn't his intention, it was just how he was.