Page 36 of Their Promise

The waiter brought out our drinks and I clinked mine against his. “To a successful first date.”

He smiled and took a drink before saying, “Your snake form is much larger than the last time we saw you.”

“Yeah, I seem to continue growing,” I said. “From some research I’ve done, it seems like I should stop growing in the next year or so if the animal and I are the same.”

“Interesting,” he said as he ate another chip.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” I asked him.

He shrugged. “My only plan was this date.”

“Do you want to go have some fun?” I asked.

“I’m always up for some fun with you,” he said with a nod. “What did you have in mind?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” I said and danced in my seat at the sight of our food coming. “First, food!”

After we finished our food and met Ezio at the SUV, I whispered the location in Ezio’s ear.

He laughed and nodded. “You got it.”

We pulled up to an inconspicuous white, rectangular building with no sign over the one door that served as the entrance.

“What is this place?” Mason asked as we climbed out.

“I’m going to stay out here,” Ezio said. “Holler if you need me.”

I saluted him and pulled open the door. “Welcome to a super fun night you’ll never forget, Mason.”

He walked inside and his eyes widened when he saw the signs inside announcing the business as a black light indoor miniature golf.

Skipping up to the counter, I put cash down and smiled at the teenage boy working behind the counter. “Two please.”

“Y-Y-Yes, Princess. Right away.” His eyes were wide as saucers as he tapped on the cash register.

Another teenage boy behind him stepped forward and said, “You’re even prettier in person than on TV.”

Chuckling, I flipped my hair over my shoulder and said, “Thank you, that’s so sweet.”

Mason growled softly, and the boy took several steps back with a hard swallow.

“Here’s your ch-change,” the boy at the cash register said and held out a shaking hand with a few bills.

I took it, careful not to touch him. “Thanks!”

“The clubs are by the door over there,” he said and pointed towards the entrance to the course. “And you can pick your colored balls from there as well.”

“Thank you,” Mason said, put a hand on my lower back, and pushed me towards the main entrance.

Talking softly out of the side of my mouth I asked, “Are you really acting possessive in front of teenagers?”

“I don’t care how old they are, I don’t like seeing other men drooling over you,” he whispered back.

We each grabbed a small golf club and picked out golf balls. I chose blue while Mason picked green.

As soon as we stepped through the entrance, the blacklights started reacting to our clothing and the balls in our hand. The first hole was decorated as a rainbow unicorn that you had to hit the ball into its mouth. Once through the mouth, the ball would roll through the unicorn and it would poop it out into the hole.

“Want to make a bet?” I asked as I set my ball down on the starting point.

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