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"AH, THIS IS SO NICE! A nice day of golf with my two boys – " Leo gestured to Jake and Nazem, then turning to his other side to face Morgan. " – And you."
It was a sunny, mid September day. Jake, Nazem and Leo deciding it was the perfect day for their annual golfing day — deciding to let Morgan tag along, for the first time.
The four made it down to the first hole, Jake, Morgan and Nazem all standing under the shade of a tree. Leo went first, taking a moment to prepare; swinging his club a few times before stepping up to take his real shot.
In one smooth motion, Leo hit the ball, sending it flying. "Wow! There ya go, big guy!" Morgan shouted, a grin on his face.
Rolling to a stop on the ground approximately ten yards from the hole, Leo swivelled around to face the boys with a triumphant grin on his face. "Ah, well to be fair, I am a great golfer. People call me the Finnish-Russian Chi Chi Rodriguez."
Nazem furrowed his eyebrows, putting his hand up on his forehead to block out the sun. "Are you sure that's a compliment, Leo? Isn't he like, eighty-two?"
The Russian's face fell for a moment before he pursed his lips, "yeah- but, I'm a great player, just like him." Naz simply nodded in response, not wanting to create an argument. If there was one thing he learned — do not question Leo about anything when it comes to Golf.
Jake went next, grunting as he swung his club and it missed the ball completely. He turned around in embarrassment to see the others barely fazed by it, while Morgan bursted out into laughter before covering it up with coughs.
Turning back around, Jake took a deep breath, wiggling his shoulders to get them to relax. After a moment, Jake swung again, this time hitting the ball, but sending it flying directly to their left.
"Shit," he mumbled, stepping back under the shade tree as Morgan took a step forward, ready to take his turn.
Placing his ball down, Morgan got set by first bending his knees slightly. Making sure his shoulders were with the part. Morgan bounced up and down lightly, taking deep breaths as he prepared. Wiggling his shoulders, then doing one more squat, Morgan lined up to take the shot. As the three stood impatiently behind the man, Morgan went to go swing his club, but paused mid swing to drop his club and lick his finger — sticking it up in the air to test what direction the wind was going in.
"Dude," Jake started, looking around him confused. " – It's not even windy."
Morgan twisted around to face his friend, "actually," he started, sticking his finger back up in the air. "There's a slight breeze heading East."
