Page 26 of Stat: Love In Scrubs
According to Yara, the reason the bowling alley incident happened was due to her being nervous. I guess it wasn’t supposed to be a usual occurrence, but we would see when we made it to Top Golf.
“What do you have us listening to?” she questioned.
She was clearly comfortable in my truck now, because she leaned forward and disconnected my phone. I lifted a brow and chuckled. If she wanted to hear something else, that was fine with me. I continued to drive, glancing over at her periodically as she scrolled through her phone to find the perfect song.
“If you look long enough, you not going to be listening to a damn thing. We aren’t that far from Top Golf, baby.” I informed her.
“I’m aware, but you can’t rush greatness.”
“Greatness?” I asked with a lift of my brow.
“I have immaculate taste. You will see!”
She gripped her chest dramatically before focusing back on her phone. This woman was silly. I continued focusing on the road when a beat came through the speakers. I bobbed my head, already knowing what it was without having to say a word. “I Like It” by DeBarge crooned throughout the truck.
I turned to her and sang the hook of the song with her while she swayed to the beat and sang every word.
“I’ll give you that one,” I told her.
“Facts are just that. I told you I had it,” she bragged.
I shook my head as we pulled into the parking lot of Top Golf. Surprisingly, I found a parking spot in the front, so we didn’t have to walk far to get into the building. Once we picked our section and I paid, they took us to our bay.
It was semi-private, featuring a couch and a high-top table, screens to display the scores, golf clubs, and space to swing. Our bay was up on the second level, overlooking the massive turf lit up with glowing targets.
Yara stepped in first and went straight for the clubs. Then looked over her shoulder in my direction with a flirty smile.
“You sure you want this smoke, Doc?”
I chuckled and gripped my chin. I couldn’t get over the way she looked in the pleated skirt and the V-neck white shirt that was tucked into the skirt. She was even wearing tube socks with little white shoes. I guess I needed to tell her more often what I have planned for us to do.
“Positive,” I said.
I walked in behind her as she took a practice swing, almost knocking my head off my shoulders. I caught the length of the club before it hit me. I lifted a brow in her direction.
“My bad,” she apologized with wide eyes and a nervous giggle.
I shook my head and stood beside her. Then pointed over my shoulder behind us.
“Do I need to wait back there until you’re done?” I asked.
She gripped her hips and bit her lower lip.
“No, but next time, tell me when you’re moving.” She complained.
This woman was crazy as hell and messing around with her. I might need to reserve a hospital bed for one of us.
“I hear you, Boss Lady. You mind if I go around you and take a seat over there?” I pointed towards the couch.
She waved her hand in front of her. “You may.”
I chuckled and walked around her to pick up the menus they placed on the table. I scanned it, looking for wings and a drink.
“You interested in wings?” I asked.
“Yes! Mild, please, and add bleu cheese.”
We decided on drinks and then gave our order to the server before starting the game. I knew this already, but baby was a big time shit talker. I was beyond entertained watching her swing with everything in her. Every time her ball made it into the zone, she danced. If only she knew I didn’t give a damn whether I won or lost. I just wanted to know she was having a good time.
