#Chapter 212: The Date

Timothy proposed an unconventional way to celebrate my recent promotion—golf. As we entered the venue, the sound of laughter and the clatter of golf clubs echoed through the air. The place was a vibrant mix of enthusiasts and casual players, all gathered to enjoy a round of golf in a climate-controlled environment. “This is fancy,” I told him as he took my hand. “I was expecting mini-golf, but this is very high-tech.” “This is way better than mini-golf,” he told me. He then turned to the woman at the desk and asked for some golf balls. She gave him a bag full of them. He led me to a station in the middle where a large golf course stretched before us beyond the entryway. I eyed the golf clubs skeptically. "Trust me. You're going to love this," he said, handing me a golf club with a grin. I smirked, twirling the club in my hand. "I hope you're not expecting a hole-in-one from me." The first few minutes were filled with laughter as Timothy attempted to teach me the basics. I soon d