Lyne's cue slipped out of her hands as she tried to hit the ball and the white object veered away on the green grass, missing the intending target which is a hole, many meters away.

"Ow!" She pouted.

Zeidan grinned, leaning against his cue, and dug his other hand in his pocket. He stared at Lyne who was in a white short tennis skirt and a black long-sleeved top, wearing white sneakers to top it and a white face cap. The skirt revealed her nicely curved fair legs and his stomach tingled. "Maybe, you'll get it right if you bend a little."

Lyne glared at him from behind, her eyes...