She was gazing down at me, running her fingers through my dark hair. "C'mon, I'm in the mood for mini-golf."

I laughed, and we headed out.

***

"I'm not distracting you, am I?"

Sandy laughed at me, waving her putter. "You know very well you are. Now get down so I can hit."

I continued to balance on the small, flat stone next to the hole. "I'm not stopping you."

Sandy shook her head and took her stance beside her ball. Her eyes narrowed, and I could almost feel her concentration solidify. She looked down at her blue golf ball, back to the hole, and then down again. I waved...