Tyler’s Point of View
Today is the day of our big date. I told Claire to dress in a shirt with a collar and regular pants. She still hasn’t figured out what our date is. We both clamber into the car.
“Is this outfit acceptable?”
I nod, looking over. She is wearing a collared t-shirt and slacks with running shoes.
We drive down the road, chatting about nothing. The conversation flows without effort.
I pull the car into the driveway of the country club.
“Oh golfing. I’ve never done that.”
Her voice is light and excited. I slide out of the car and open the door for her. She takes my hand and steps out. I walk in and I am greeted by the pro shop cashier.
“Hello Mr. Henderson. It is great to see you again. Please head out of the owner’s entrance and you will see everything you requested
