being jaafarās favorite cart girl
the sun is hitting the green just right, and youāre leaning against the side of the golf cart, wiping down the steering wheel when you hear the familiar rumble of laughter. you look up, and there he is.
heās walking down from the clubhouse with three of his friends, a set of clubs slung over his shoulder, looking effortlessly fine in a crisp white polo and khaki shorts. the moment his eyes scan the course and land on you, a slow smile spreads across his face.
"look who it is," jaafar calls out, adjusting his baseball cap as he walks over ahead of his boys. "i was hoping you'd be working today."
"oh, really?" you tease, as he stops right in front of your cart. "and here i thought you just came out here to ruin your golf score."
his friends chuckle behind him, and jaafar lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "nah, my swing is perfect, but seeing you definitely makes the game better."
you can feel your cheeks getting warm, but you keep your cool, reaching into the cooler to grab his usual drink before he even has to ask. "sure, jaafar. whatever you say. you want the regular?"
"you already know," he says, his voice smooth as he takes the cold drink from your hand. his fingers brush against yours for a second longer than necessary, sending a tiny jolt through your chest. he leans an arm on the roof of the cart, tilting his head with that playful look in his eyes. "so, when are you gonna let me drive you around instead of you driving this little thing?"
"when you actually hit a hole-in-one," you counter with a smirk, crossing your arms.
"bet. watch me on the ninth hole. iām feeling lucky today," he winks, stepping back as his friends start calling him over to the tee box.
before he walks away, he pulls a crisp hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and drops it right into your tip jar.
"jaafar, the drink is only five dollars," you say, laughing a little at the massive tip.
"i know," he smiles, looking back over his shoulder with that warm, charming gaze that always melts you. "but you're my favorite cart girl. see you at the next hole, gorgeous."
you watch him walk off toward his friends, who are already teasing him and shoving his shoulder. you can't help the huge smile on your face as you start up the cart, already looking forward to when they reach the next green.
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