Hooked

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jenna

After three hours of chasing drunk college kids off of the perfectly manicured golf greens and trying to avoid getting hit with golf balls in the process, I was worn out. 

Thinking about going home and taking a nice hot shower was the only thing that was keeping me going. 

"Jenna!" Mr Colt bellowed from the golf cart garage. "I need your help!" I rushed over to the garage to find Mr. Colt wedged in between two golf carts trying to unleash the stubborn tied golf bags from the back. Grabbing ahold of the bag, we both managed to set it free. 

"Jenna, I appreciate your hard work today, I know college kids are hard to work with, but I'm glad you are on my team." Mr. Colt proclaimed.

"Of course Mr. Colt, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." Of course I would rather be with my son enjoying the beach that we live right next to, but I wasn't going to tell him that. "I promise your work will pay off Jenna" Mr. Colt announced with a wink and then left.

 Well, that wasn't ominous at all. 

I noticed some of our actual members migrating towards the pro shop, so I hurried over. As I did, I heard them discussing some sort of celebrity who was in town. 

Kelsey, one of my favorite golf students, who was a bright and peppy fourteen year old girl was squealing the loudest. 

"OMG! I can't believe that Patrick Walker is here in Brunswick! I've dreamt about this moment, but I never expected it to happen!" I rolled my eyes, "You do know that he is 25, right?" I told her. 

I had never seen Patrick Walker play, but his reputation as the top PGA tour player preceded him. With 5 tour wins this year alone, he certainly made his hometown of Leeds, in the UK, proud. 

"Well, yeah, but a girl can dream" she declared while tossing her hair over her shoulder. "But Jenna, you have to agree- he is super cute".  "Mhmm, sure" I mumbled.

The next round of  the tournament was set to begin and I was in charge of starting the college kids. Oh the joys of working at Deanna Point. 

"Alright, Smith, Puccini, Brooks and Hadley- y'all are set to start on 9. Remember start when you hear the shotgun." I shouted, watching as four stressed college kids sauntered over to their bags. I sighed, staring at the crowd of spectators that had amassed to more than 500 people. 

"If everyone could make their way to the stands we have provided for viewing purposes, that would be great." I pointed to the giant blue stands right in front of them. 

But of course, no one seemed to hear me or pretended they didn't. 

"LISTEN UP" I yelled cupping my hands, tired of these people disrespecting my workplace.

 About a 100 people turned their heads with a confused look. "Let's start to migrate to the stands so we can get started!" I motioned like I was herding sheep. When at least some people began to comprehend my order, I let out a deep breath. 

I hear a deep accented voice over my right shoulder "They're so disrespectful, aren't they?" The voice commented. Without turning around, I murmured "Definitely"

Finally looking behind me, my eyes connect with sapphire blue ones that I swear I can see my reflection in. "Fans are great, but they can get out of control sometimes" He observed, looking around. 

"You sound like you would know, do you have obsessive fans or something?" I joked. 

"You could say that" He voiced. "I'm Pat, and you are?" He prompted. "Jenna" I voiced, giving him my hand to shake. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you" He responded. "I better get back to my round, Jenna, but I hope I see you again before the end of my stay." He declared. "That would be nice." I commented, trying to control my giggles of teenage infatuation. 

As he walked away, all I could think of was- who was that mysterious gentleman?