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 black long-sleeved top, wearing a white sneaker 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 narrowed as if suspecting his intention. She gave him a long, hard stare before moving toward him. "Nice shot, mister. But you ain't getting a peek, not today." She patted his shoulder and walked past him,
