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nonidol!eric sohn x f!reader

you won't think golf is a boring sport after he's done with you! (but it's not about golf, and it's not about swings. just a young heir with money, love, and a thing for you.)

▷ genre, warnings. technically s2l, country club au, summer break au, starts with him already into you, slight pining? idk, fluff, humor, rich people™, golf lol, swearing, drinking, kissing, it gets like actually romantic, Eric Sohn bc he's so attractive someone help me.

▷ word count. 11.4k

▷ inspired by swing my way (cha cha malone & phe r.e.d.s)

a/n: my submission for the deoboyznet summer on you event! and @mosviqu who implanted the idea of country club rich boy eric into my brain @@

It wasn't like Eric Sohn, heir to his parents' multi-million dollar investment firm, prized shortstop of the UCLA baseball team, planned to spend his entire summer charming his parents' clients and partners. A summer spent at the Beverly Hills Country Club wasn't something new for the young heir either. The rolling, emerald green hills for golf; the clean cement tennis courts; the dim and classy bars were all ingrained in him since childhood. They were environments Eric had learned to thrive in, and when one had the advantage, one was always taught to wield it like a blade.

At least, that was what he was taught. Over the years, he'd also learned that his extroverted personality and charming smile were disarming—and his pretty boy appearance often resulted in others underestimating him. That was their mistake.

"...that trip to Taiwan will be such a great opportunity to explore the relationship between our companies."

Eric clasped Mr. Thomas Tsaur's hand in a firm shake as the two men stood at the final hole of the golf course. Eric beamed. "Yes, of course! I know my mom would love to see the night markets around Taipei; my parents have been looking forward to the trip all year," he said, as easy as breathing air. Of course, he didn't really know if his parents were looking forward to it. If he was the one on his way to Taiwan instead, he knew that he himself would be ecstatic.

During business meetings—and meetings that weren't officially classified as business, but were definitely about business—Eric tried to stay as true to himself as possible. Once in a while, some of the persona he'd built up slipped through the cracks, but there was a reason he liked baseball more than business.

Mr. Tsaur made a pleasant reply back about promising a fun-filled tour of the city with his wife, and the two of them were splitting up. There were offhanded comments about seeing each other for dinner when Eric's parents finally arrived, but that was all that was left of the interaction.

Eric jogged down the hill toward the conventional path where a white-topped golf cart sat waiting for him. His driver and caddy companion for the day was Jacob Bae, a regular worker here at the country club whom Eric had known for at least a couple years now.

But instead of just Jacob and the cart, Eric found that someone else had joined the group.

You sat in the second row of the golf cart with a circular serving tray pressed over your lap. Like some of the other staff members at the club, you wore the standard black, collared shirt and black skort. He'd seen you around this place plenty of times this summer and even greeted you once or twice, but he knew you were new.

Oh, trust that he knew a new face when he saw one, especially when said face was as pretty as yours. The only shame was that you were often assigned to areas where Eric didn't exactly frequent, but he never took himself as the type to give up easily.

You and Jacob were sharing a laugh as Eric approached the golf cart with his golf putter in hand. "Hey guys," Eric chirped.

All the attention flickered over to Eric, but he couldn't stop staring at the way the slight breeze this afternoon was making your hair fall in your face all pretty. Even in a braid, the little strands fell out to frame your face.

"Oh, hi Eric! How was the last round?" Jacob asked as he twisted around in his driver's seat to watch Eric round the back to put his putter away. You had shifted in your seat slightly to follow him with your eyes, as well.

Eric slid the stick into his bag and caught your eyes. His smile widened. "It went well. Same old, same old," he chuckled, bracing a gloves hand on the roof of the cart. "When'd you get here, Yn?" He asked you with a nod of his chin.

You perked up at the sound of your name. Cute. "Ah, just a few minutes ago," you said. You sheepishly gestured to your empty tray. "Haknyeon dropped me off a few holes over to deliver drinks, and then I saw Jacob over here and walked over to catch a ride back to the clubhouse."

"I can't believe he just ditched you," Jacob chortled.

Eric circled around the cart to take the seat in the front beside Jacob. "He ditched you?" He frowned, leaning his arm over the back of the seat to look at you.

As the cart began making its smooth return down the path and over a small bridge, you smoothed your braid over your shoulder. "No, no! He didn't ditch me; we were just headed in the same direction until we… weren't," you mused. "I mean, if Cobie wasn't here, a walk back wouldn't have been the worst thing anyways."

"I guess," Eric agreed, biting his lip. "So, uh… ever played golf before?"

"Golf? It's been a while, but yeah, I've driven the occasional golf ball across a green."

From the driver's seat, Jacob slapped his right hand down on Eric's shoulder. "Yn-ie! This guy's one of the best casual golf players you'll probably ever meet. His swing? So clean."

Eric chuckled, clasping a hand on the back of his neck, when he felt your attention flicker back to him again. "I'm no pro…"

"I'll have to see that for myself then," you said with a smile.

The golf cart slowed to a stop in front of the doors into the main kitchens of the clubhouse proper. Because this main kitchen was so large, they were given their own set of doors directly to the outdoor courts and beyond for easy access. While Jacob would drop you off here, he would have to continue onward for Eric's proper spot.

You clambered out of the golf cart, poking Jacob in the shoulder as you went. "Bye, guys! Thanks for the ride, Cobie."

"Bye, Yn!" Both boys chimed together. When you disappeared behind the swinging kitchen doors, Jacob pulled the cart back onto the main road to carry onward.

Eric settled into his seat to face forward once again. He lifted the cap off his head and carded a hand through his hair to let the strands, dampened with sweat, dry a bit. "I didn't know Yn was allowed to work the golf range," he commented as innocently as possible.

Jacob made a small humming noise. "Yeah, we're short a couple people out here because of the Ferndale event going on down by the gazebo."

"She wasn't sent there?"

"Did you want her to be sent there?" Jacob grinned slyly at the young heir, who turned his gaze elsewhere.

Eric coughed. "I didn't say that."

His companion still would not wipe that knowing smile off his face, even as he slowed the golf cart to a stop and Eric hopped out to collect his equipment from the back. "I didn't say you did," he snickered as Eric walked away.

He didn't give Jacob the satisfaction of an answer, instead, saying a "thank you" for driving him over his shoulder, before ducking inside the clubhouse locker room.

Jacob shook his head in amusement and began making his way further down the path to return the cart. Silly, silly kids.

You didn't realize country clubs were real until you were sitting in the office of the Beverly Hills Country Club's hiring manager and being hired. That was about a month ago, and no, you still didn't believe it was real. The entire training experience, in fact, had swept through like a fever dream.

The summer season had just begun, though, and they had taken you on in a rush of desperation. You hadn't failed to notice how relieved the hiring manager looked when you told him you'd worked as a waitress at an upscale wedding venue before you moved cross-country, and knew how to carry a drink platter and dirty dishes. That was part of the reason you'd been hired on the spot. You'd also mentioned your extensive knowledge of how to fold cloth napkins into swans, and you liked to think that was your true selling point. (Don't ask, the last part was because you had been very bored while waiting in the backroom during a wedding.)

And while you cared little about cleaning pools or catering to rich prick egos, you did care about the crisp green bills that graced your eyes with more frequency than a Superman actor on Hollywood Boulevard. There was also the possibility to gain some more experience in the dining and catering world; if you were lucky, you could butter up your manager to let you help out in the kitchen some.

After all, that was why you were here so far from home.

"Yn, you've got company at table five," Haknyeon said as he passed by you on his way into the kitchen.

You gave a nod out of instinct. You brushed your hands against your black waist apron, absentmindedly reaching up to also smooth out the black vest on your upper half. Usually when you worked at the club's restaurants and bars as wait staff, your uniform consisted of a white button down under a black vest, followed by a black skirt and apron. It was classy and chic, and definitely added to the expensive atmosphere.

You could see table five in your section up ahead. It was a little early into dinner service, but there were still people who came in. To your surprise, the company at table five was none other than Eric Sohn himself, along with two others you recognized as his parents. They were dressed casually—meaning semiformal. It was something out of a dinner cruise, with Eric's dark brunette waves styled effortlessly messy and the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone to reveal the slightly bronzed, toned skin beneath—

You cleared your throat, plastering a smile on your face as you approached the table. "Evening, everyone. Mr. and Mrs. Sohn," you gave a small greeting bow to his parents, then swiftly doled out little napkins for their drinks. "It's nice to see you on the grounds again today."

"Oh, Yn! It's very nice to see you this evening," said Mrs. Sohn with a delicate flourish of her wrist.

"Yes!" Mr. Sohn chimed in, "What have you been up to? Eric says he saw you on the golf range today."

Your eyes darted to Eric's, then went back to his parents when you realized his eyes were on you. You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and bracing the end of your serving tray against your waist. "Oh, uhm, yeah! I was just summoned down there to get some drinks to the Santos family—you know them, right?"

Recognition lit up in Eric's mother's eyes. "Yes, yes! Marina and her kids! Ah, well that sounds nice; I'll have to see if I can bump into her at the spa or something. Eric gave you a ride back in his cart, didn't he? The walk back is awfully far."

You nodded. "Yeah, of course. He was with Jacob, so I just hopped in the back and rode back with them here."

"I still owe you that golf date," Eric cut in smoothly, the hand with his Rolex draped over the back of his chair. His smile was casual, innocent, the kind that so easily could make anyone do his bidding.

"Golf date?" His parents glanced curiously between the two of you, and you felt heat rush up to your cheeks.

"It was just an offhand comment," you said sheepishly. "Jacob was telling me about how great of a golfer Eric is and I said I wanted to see his swing some time." Before anything else could be said on the matter, you tucked your tray under your arm and replaced it with your notepad and pen. "Can I get you anything to drink? An appetizer to start?"

That drew away the conversation promptly. It wasn't like you were uncomfortable with the idea of going on a date with Eric Sohn, it just wasn't that simple. Though the club officially encouraged good relationships between staff and club members, they didn't exactly encourage the romantic kind of relationship. Obviously, it would be impossible to enforce a no-entanglement policy completely, but you wanted to stay on your manager's good side.

You nearly folded in half over the counter of the tiki bar at the pool. Sweat streamed down the side of your face, and you were pretty sure your baby hairs looked akin to a lion's mane under your white baseball cap. Thank god the club didn't force you to wear a black colored hat instead; the black polo and skort were death enough.

Jacob chuckled as he passed you a clean, damp towel that had been soaking in ice water. "Before you get heat stroke," he said, then returned to preparing a tray of drinks someone had ordered at the hot tub.

You thanked him profusely, dabbing your face and neck with the cool blessing. "Sheesh," you groaned. "I think I need to reapply my sunscreen soon. How are you out here all the time, Cobie?"

He grinned with a half-hearted shrug. "Well, I work with cold drinks and I'm under the shade. And—" he tapped the handy little fan clipped to one of the structure poles of the tiki bar, "—this beautiful work of engineering."

"I need one of those umbrella hats and squirt bottles kids bring to Disneyland," you grumbled and plucked yourself up from the bar. You returned the towel to Jacob so he could toss it into the soiled towel bin on the other side of him. You watched as he finished up filling the tray and whistled at the pool waiter who had ordered it for the group at the hot tub.

As the waiter walked away with the drinks, you thought aloud, "How could they stand to be in the hot tub in this heat?" From here, you could see the group of girls gathered in the bubbling jets of the hot tub at the far end of the pool in their bikini tops and Gucci shades.

"They're not standing—they're sitting."

You sent Jacob an unimpressed look, to which he simply smiled wider.

"Hey guys!" Ji Changmin huffed and puffed as he collapsed onto the barstool next to you. He had a towel hanging around his shoulders and a white sweatband holding up his dark bangs dripping with sweat. "Can I get an ice water, hyung?"

"Yeah, man," Jacob said, already dumping a scoop of ice in a cup.

"You alright there, Changmin?" You glanced over at the club's dance instructor with barely concealed amusement.

Changmin took the corner of his towel to dry the dribble of sweat making its way down his forehead. "Whoever thought it was a good idea to do hot Zumba in the height of summer needs a reality check. I think I'm dying."

As one of the country club's primary dance instructors, not only did Changmin lead all of the dance activities on the grounds, he was also supposed to take over any dance aerobics classes like said hot Zumba. You knew it wasn't his favorite, but it was still funny to make faces at him through the window as he did can-can kicks in leg warmers with all of the rich moms.

You leaned down to check if he had the leg warmers on. He did not. At least he finally had the good sense to break uniform.

Jacob slid over an ice-cold glass of water, and Changmin drained it like a man who trekked through the desert for seven days. You glanced at Jacob's digital clock on the counter behind him—he kept it so he could be on time for all of his breaks.

"Oh shit," you said, quickly fixing your cap and adjusting your hair, "time for me to get back to work."

Changmin straightened. "Where are you stationed today, Yn-ie? Chanhee and I wanted to come pick you up later for dinner before we have to come back."

"That's right!" Jacob slapped his palm to his forehead. "We have to all be back here for the banquet. I almost forgot, damn it."

You cocked a brow at him. "Wow, you, Jacob Bae, almost forgot about the major event all of our jobs are riding on that's taking place tonight?"

A smile curled onto your face when Jacob narrowed his eyes at you. "Don't you have work to do?"

You let out a laugh and began backing away from the tiki bar and your friends. "Kim has me at the ice cream bar until the end of my shift, Changmin. I'll catch you boys later!"

Jacob and Changmin raised their hands in twin waves to you as you walked away. If you remembered the time on Jacob's clock correctly, you had about fifteen minutes to get up to the indoor ice cream bar for your shift.

Tonight, the country club was hosting a banquet for one of the business men here. It was supposedly one of the most important events for the club's reputation, so it was all hands on deck. Everyone from Chanhee at the spa to Haknyeon in the kitchen were called upon to clock into work once again tonight to help out. You were glad you weren't a part of the set-up and takedown committees, but you were expected to wait on the banquet. Jacob was supposed to be bartending tonight, as usual, and your other friends and coworkers would be waiting alongside you.

You glanced up on your walk out of the pool area and nearly tripped over the soles of your sneakers.

Coming in hot (literally) were none other than Eric Sohn, Lee Hyunjae, and Lee Juyeon—all of whom were very much shirtless. Swim trunks hung low on their waists, their stomachs carved like triplet Michaelangelos. Seeing shirtless guys at the pool wasn't new for you, but these guys were actually around your age.

Eric saw you first and waved. "Yn, hey!"

"Hi guys," you greeted back with a shallow nod of your head. "Nice day out for a swim."

"I know, right?" Hyunjae raised a hand to shield his eyes from the unforgiving summer sun. "You must be baking in that uniform, Yn." He raised his chin to gesture at the all black attire.

"I don't suppose you'd be able to join us?" Juyeon smiled. He knew you probably couldn't join them because you were clocked in, but he had always been pretty nice nonetheless. He and Hyunjae were cousins, and the Lee family was well-known around here for being big names in the legal sphere, as well as being one of the larger families. There was another cousin of theirs around their age running around here somewhere, too.

You gave a helpless shrug. "Duty calls, unfortunately."

"Yn, hey wait—" Eric caught your attention as you were about to continue walking up toward the main clubhouse. He flashed you that smile again, the one that made your stomach do flips and would convince you to do flips for him if only he asked. "You won't happen to be working at the banquet tonight, are you?"

"How'd you guess?" You replied good-naturedly. "Why do you ask?"

He began walking backwards toward the direction his friends had drifted off to, his smile tilting up slightly. "So I know which cologne I should wear."

And it definitely wasn't a trick of the summer sun that made you see him wink at you.

"He's into you."

"He is not—" you wrestled your sleeve up your forearm and made a frustrated noise when the button would not go through, "—into me."

Chanhee gave you a nice, slow eye roll just so you would see it, and he yanked the sleeve away from you so he could roll it up himself. "A lot of men around here like smelling nice, but no one pulls out the Acqua Di Gio just for the service girl or a business banquet," he hissed as a fellow waiter rushed past you two in the narrow corridor. "Jesus, why is this button such a bitch?"

"That's what I'm saying," you hissed back at him as the two of you both struggled to fix your sleeve. "Not the cologne thingy—I hate how you're able to just take a whiff and name the cologne. What kind of demon nose do you have?"

Chanhee sighed and collapsed against the wall opposite to you when he finally managed to get the sleeve right. The two of you were currently on break, not hiding, in this corridor. In T-minus two minutes, you would both have to be back out in the hustle and bustle of cleanup or after-party drinks in the lounge. Because the main course had finally been served, a lot of the waiters were allowed to go on break. The banquet thus far had gone relatively smoothly, other than the fact that when you had served Eric all of his courses, he'd made sure you practically melted on the smell of his cologne.

It wasn't your fault you had to bend down close to him to not spill the hot food. And it wasn't your fault that he chose to put his mouth right to your ear when he told you a joke, masking it as asking for more water.

You couldn't decide if you were going to giggle or let your knees buckle at that moment. Thank god you managed to laugh behind your hand and hustle away before anyone noticed.

But that was besides the point. The point was that Chanhee had also passed by Eric, caught the faint trail of Aqua De Whatever, and connected some dots.

"If you want a demon, you talk to Changmin," he said. "I just know my shit. And I also know that you only break out the Acqua Di Gio when you want to attract someone, and based on the fact he's currently seated around about fifty other businesspeople…" Chanhee made a wild, desperate gesture with his hands, eyes widened. Are you getting this? He seemed to ask. Because I will smack you if you aren't.

You fanned yourself, justifying it by thinking about how hot the back hallway was and this outfit was, rather than admitting that it was because Eric was hot. "Okay, okay. Come on, we have to get back out there," you said, already turning your heel toward the door.

"I'm just saying that clearly he's been trying to tell you something," Chanhee added as you both broke out of the hallway and into the kitchen. He grabbed a circular serving tray from a stack on the counter next to him to hand over to you.

"Well, what do you suppose I should do with that?"

He pressed his lips into a thin smile, taking hold of a small, empty cart and pushing it ahead of him. "Just keep an open mind, darling."

You and Chanhee separated at the kitchen doors out into the banquet hall. While he would be a part of cleaning up, you needed to head over to the next-door parlor where the party had moved post-dinner. Business would continue as usual, just with a few more drinks and pool involved.

The parlor room was arguably one of your favorite rooms in the club with its cozier atmosphere created by the evergreen walls, tiffany-shaded lamps, and dark oak furnishings. It was also outfitted with a hearth (unused during the summer and spring) and a billiards table. Most of those who had chosen to stay had migrated with a certain crowd of people they planned to continue chatting with. Your job, as well as the few others recruited to the parlor, was to be a fly on the wall until somebody needed something. If tips were passed around, you were free to pocket them.

You were probably standing and waiting for only five minutes before you saw Eric stand up from where he was on the far side of the room. He shouldered his suit jacket off and draped it over the back of his armchair, exposing the white dress shirt and black vest beneath. Whew, he was wearing a full suit to this event? You wondered how he even survived, but all conscious thought flew out the window when he caught you staring and started smirking to himself. The smug, little expression stayed etched into the sharp planes of his face even as he strolled over to the pool table and lined up his shot.

You wondered—and it was just a thought—what it'd be like (possibly) for him to lean over you—

"Excuse me, miss?" You shook out of your daze and remembered why you were here. Unfortunately, it was not to admire the young heir watching you from the other side of the room, but to serve guests.

For the next couple of hours, your job was exactly what you did. You had been so focused on running back and forth from the bar in the other room and back that you always seemed to have missed Eric trying to catch your eye again. If he wanted drinks, he had to suck it up and ask someone else who just happened to be near him instead.

As the evening dwindled into a sweet, humid night, the amount of guests also began to trickle down. You had grabbed a rag on your way back to the parlor room and said goodbye to your coworkers on their way out. Some still lingered for last minute clean up, and though you were technically done for the night, you wanted to wipe down anything you had missed. It was something simple that you could do to help out a colleague, and it wasn't like you were in a rush to go home.

When you walked back into the parlor room, however, you blinked—surprised—at the sight of an individual left. He leaned against the billiards table, one hand holding the edge of the suit jacket draped over his shoulder and the other scrolling through his phone.

Eric glanced up from his device and pocketed it at the sight of you. "Hey."

"Hi," you said back. "Uhm, can I get you anything—"

"Oh, no no. I'm good." He shook his head, pushing off from the table. He shot you that signature boyish smile of his and your heart began doing cartwheels. "I just wanted to ask if I could give you a lift home."

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Truthfully, you were caught off guard, stunned. This wasn't what you were expecting from him.

He saw your hesitation and let out a sheepish laugh, cupping the back of his head. "Sorry, this is so out of the blue. I… it's a little late out right now, and I didn't know if you had a ride or not. I know you're not usually scheduled to work so late."

"You know my schedule?" You blurted. Though, the thought did warm you and amuse you.

His eyes widened. "I mean, uhm, definitely not in the creepy, stalkerish sort of way! I uh, I like to think I pay a lot more attention when it comes to you." His admission didn't do much to slow the racing organ in your chest cavity. You always saw Eric Sohn as one of those smooth and collected young men who were born to charm. But seeing him flustered and tripping over his words because of you?

You ducked your head slightly, flattered and most definitely charmed still. "I'd really appreciate a lift home, Eric."

You both shared a smile in the slightly dimmed, slightly warmed lights of the parlor room.

Once you had finished glossing over the surfaces of the parlor room with your rag to catch any rings made by perspiring liquids, your manager dismissed you for the night. Eric told you he would meet you out front where he would bring his car around for you. You found yourself standing at the edge of the curb with a gentle, yet rare summer breeze wafting through your hair. You had your bag slung over your shoulder, and you grasped the strap and fidgeted with the material.

A car pulled up to the circular driveway—it was a sports car. The Corvette, sleek and aerodynamic, was doused in a shiny orange coat of paint that glimmered even in the night. The passenger side window rolled down so you could see Eric leaning over the center console and waving to you.

"Hey, hop in!" He said to you with a grin, lowering the music he was playing.

Gingerly, you walked up to the car and managed to maneuver yourself inside. The passenger seat was lined in soft black leather, and the inside of the car made it all the more easy to suffocate on that delicious cologne of his.

Eric had ditched his suit jacket and vest in the backseat of the car, leaving him in just his white dress shirt and slacks.

"Nice car," you whistled lowly as you buckled yourself in.

His mouth tilted upward. "Thanks," he said. He fussed around with his phone for a second before passing the device to you. "If you wouldn't mind putting your number and address in."

"Oh." It was a brand new contact page. You didn't question it, swiftly inputting all of the necessary information before returning his phone to him.

Eric took a peek at the address, then pulled out of the country club's driveway. You didn't live too far away from the club, luckily. It was only a few minute's drive, but the walk sometimes felt a bit longer. California didn't exactly have the most convenient public transportation system, and in an area like Beverly Hills, it was near impossible to find a reliable bus or train service.

"Any music preferences?" He asked you quietly.

You shook your head. "I'm not super picky. What you have on is all good with me."

"I have to confess, Yn," he said with a half smile, eyes darting toward you, "that I was trying to steal your attention all night."

Your stomach flipped and you suppressed the smile that threatened to crawl onto your mouth. "Really?"

He laughed. "Yeah, but obviously, your work ethic beat me out, as well as my own luck."

"Any reason for seeking me out?" He'd technically had your attention all throughout the banquet, but he had also needed to entertain and chat with the other people around him. While the after party was sometimes used for business discussion, too, the banquet dinner itself was the main event.

"I mean, besides wanting to talk to the cute girl eating up all my thoughts?"

He was turning onto your apartment complex's street all too soon. The car slid into a parking spot along the curb, and he twisted in his seat to face you. "I really want to take you out, show you a good time. It doesn't have to be something fancy if that's not your vibe; we can always start with golf."

You let the smile bloom on your face at the reference to the "golf date" you both had yet to schedule. You still wanted to see his swing, after all. "Then it's a date," you said, "I should have a free day two days from now, if that works for you."

Eric bit his lip. "I'm all yours, hon."

Before you could start doing somersaults from excitement, you resolved yourself to getting into your apartment first. "Well, thank you again for the lift, Eric. You have my number?"

He nodded. "Never losing it."

You grinned something fond. He grinned right back at you. "Get home safe."

"I will. Good night, cutie."

You slammed the car door shut and left Eric to his lonesome. Through the passenger side window, Eric watched as you disappeared into your apartment complex, safe and sound. He had almost given into the urge to ask if he could walk you up, but it was a miracle you had even taken him up on his offer to drive you home.

He pulled up your contact and sent you a text so you could have his number, too, as soon as possible. He deposited his phone into the cup holder, then punched the roof of his car with a shit-eating grin on his face. He'd scored your number and a date in one night—damn right, he did.

You had reasoned with yourself that this was okay based on the fact that you weren't on company time.

"Shoooooot," you whistled with a slight arch in your brows and applause. You tracked the distance Eric's driving shot sent the golf ball flying, and in the early morning sunlight, the white sphere disappeared over the crest of green hill.

You figured being courted by a club member during your own free time was a loophole you could live with. Especially when such a loophole looked so good swinging a golf club.

His follow through was just as beautiful as he was, his arms lifting the golf club over behind him from the arc. When he lowered the club to turn back to you, he was beaming. "What's the verdict?"

Your golf club was currently acting as your arm rest as you staked the head against the grass. "I don't know, Eric," you sucked in a breath, teasingly. "I think you could've gone pro."

He laughed then, eyes narrowed into glorious upturned crescent moons. "Thanks, cutie." He made a gesture to the tee. "All yours."

"Let me preface this by saying that it's been awhile," you were quick to say as the nerves suddenly bubbled up into your chest and made you wanna do a jittery shuffle. You should not have let Eric go first.

"No worries," he chirped. "Why don't we practice first?"

Yes, practice. Thank god he knew where your head was at.

You eagerly agreed, and set your golf ball up on the tee. Nervously, you smoothed your gloves down the front of your pleated golf skirt. You lined up the face of the golf club with the ball and pulled it back a millimeter—

Then chickened out.

"Performance anxiety," you grimaced to your date.

"Oh, well, that's okay!" Eric set his golf club down on the field and made his way over to you. "Can I help?"

Yes. "Please do," you chuckled, leaving room for him to take your club.

But instead, he shook his head. "No, no. You won't learn anything from just watching, silly goose."

He grabbed the golf club over your hands and lined both of your bodies up correctly. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his front pressed against your back. His mouth was so close to your ear again, and there was that damned cologne making you see hearts.

"Sorry, is this okay?" He asked softly.

You gulped, nodding. "Yeah. Perfectly okay." You wondered if he could feel your heartbeat quicken like a drum crescendoing. If he wasn't careful, your heart might just fall out and run to his arms.

From this position, Eric smoothly guided you through the steps of a perfect swing. The pullback was cranked over your shoulder, then the club would swing straight through, followed by the arc back over your other shoulder and the appropriate turn of your body. As he had explained to you, getting the perfect swing or shot in sports mostly came down to the follow through. If one could not back up their initial movement, then why make the shot?

"—and you turn your body—yeah, just like that," he praised as you automatically rotated yourself from the side to the front, the toe of your foot digging into the ground and turning with you. "That's beautiful."

He backed up from you then, giving you some space. It suddenly felt like you were missing something with him gone. "You should try it now!"

You took a deep breath in as you lined your golf club up with the ball again. Cranking the club back over your shoulder, you swung it down and back up again. When the face of the club met the ball, it did so with a resounding PING!, and the ball went sailing.

(That sound… mwah. The sweet, sweet sound of triumph.)

"You did it!"

"I did it!"

It hadn't gone as far as Eric's had, but it had definitely traveled farther than it would have without his help. You whirled to him, clasping his hand with yours as you both shared equally radiant smiles. A giddiness flooded into you, and no doubt into the glow of your face.

"See? Not too bad," he said, squeezing your hand.

"All thanks to you," you pointed out.

He shook his head, using your linked hands to lead you back to where your golf bags were waiting a little ways back by the cart. "Nah, you had it in you, Yn. It was just performance anxiety, as you said."

The two of you each grabbed your own bags and hiked them over your shoulder to head down the hill and find your respective golf balls. From this view, you could see that the other patrons of the club were slowly trickling out onto the acres surrounding. It felt strange to be here as not a staff member, but as a guest instead.

Eric piped up, "Is it weird that I was hoping you would ask for my help?"

"Not really," you mused, then meekly added, "'cause I was kind of hoping you would offer your help."

He looked about as happy as you felt, and he swung your hands together between you.

It hit you, then, that you were still holding hands. But you didn't let go, and Eric didn't say anything. He just helped you find your golf ball, line up another shot, and hugged you from behind like it was nothing.

From across the pond, Jacob, Changmin, Chanhee, and Haknyeon pulled up over the bridge. The four of them were all piled into a golf cart, and Jacob stopped it just over the crest. They all knew about where you were today and why you were dressed in proper golf attire rather than the country club uniform. They watched with wide eyes (and maybe a camera or two) as you and Eric had a good time.

"Young love," Jacob sighed fondly from his spot in the driver's seat.

"I think it's gross," Changmin giggled. He yelped, furiously rubbing the place on his shoulder that Chanhee had whacked. "Hey! I was kidding!"

Chanhee rolled his eyes. "Let them have their moment. I'm glad Yn-ie let herself have fun with him."

"They look like they're having quite the time," Haknyeon said. "They're cute."

Changmin poked his head in between Jacob and Haknyeon from the backseat. "Just a thought, but what if we turned on the sprinklers like in High School Musical 2?"

An exchange of looks, a deep consideration… "No," they all chorused. They would get their asses kicked for that.

You were on lunch break when Changmin practically crashed onto the bench next to you with a crazed look in his eyes. "You. Me. Spa. Now."

You couldn't even say goodbye to the sandwich you were eating before Changmin grabbed your arm and dragged you across the club.

"Changmin! What the hell—"

"I'll explain in a second!" He hissed back at you while ducking into the service entrance of the spa.

The backdoor led to a staff break room, where Chanhee was currently (coincidentally) seated on a stool eating a box of Pepero while watching a cartoon on his phone. The man glanced up from his phone at the loud commotion, one cheek full of his snack, and he blinked. "You're lucky I'm not with a client right now."

"Yeah, yeah," Changmin said, dragging you and a stool over to Chanhee at the same time. He pushed your shoulders so you would take a seat. Changmin placed his hands on his hips as he stood before the two of you. "You're never gonna guess what I just overheard."

"What?" You and Chanhee asked at the same time.

"Well, you know Clara?"

Chanhee jumped right in. "The one fooling around with that Brian Yang guy. He's the heir to that one corporation monopolizing SIM cards or some shit."

How the hell…?

Changmin's head bobbed vigorously. "Yes, yes! That's the one. Anyways—I was walking past the manager's office and they were talking loud enough to hear with headphones on. Apparently, Clara and Brian had a nasty, nasty split, and Brian got her fired."

Silence.

Chanhee's eyebrows flew up. "Like… fired-fired?"

A grave nod. "Fired-fired."

You held your head in your hands. "Just because of a break up?" You asked. "Clara is such a nice girl."

Your friend's lips were pressed into a line. "Doesn't mean he's a nice guy. I dunno—" he threw his hands in the air and let them flop back against his legs, "—it's fucked, man. He said it was, like, too awkward to be around her all the time since he was here all the time. And because his father is one of the stockholders of the country club, Manager Kim could do little but do his bidding."

Your heart had fallen into the pit of your stomach. Drama like this didn't really happen often here, but there was always something going on.

You always thought there were assholes here, but sometimes they just kept on reminding you of it.

"And now I'm fooling around with one of the club members," you thought aloud. The realization hit you, a golf ball to the face. "Oh my god."

Chanhee's hand came up to your shoulder and gave you a soothing, warm squeeze. "Eric seems like a good guy, Yn-ie. You never know."

"But you really never know," you murmured. There was a reason why the club discouraged romantic relations between club members and staff. Perhaps this time, it wasn't about work productivity, but about keeping your damn jobs. You needed this job. You needed it so desperately because of the money, the opportunities, the connections. Not to mention all of the people you'd befriended here… it didn't seem right that you were scared of what Eric could do to you, but reality was settling in fast.

The Sohns were a major shareholder in the club, which meant they could pull strings like tying a shoelace.

But Eric is good. He's been good, you reasoned.

Changmin crossed his arms as he leaned back against the wall behind him. "You should talk to him. At the very least, you only went on one date, so it's not like you're completely involved yet."

That was a good point. You were going to run with it.

When Eric invited you over to his house, you should have known you were about to drive your beat up sedan into the driveway of a palace, not a house. A house was for normal people, not whoever the Sohns were, you knew that much. To say you were intimidated by the massive front lawn, iron gates, and limestone arches and columns would be an understatement. Maybe you should have worn something nicer.

You pulled up to the curb of the roundabout—he'd mentioned to you that you could just park there. Apparently the garage was a little inconvenient for guests, but you weren't complaining. The front of the house was a marvel to look at, and wherever that garage was would have left you unable to fully soak in this modern wonder. Plus, you had some time to pull yourself together before seeing Eric.

The plan was… no plan, really. He wanted to hang out with you, and you'd mentioned your love for cooking. Thus, he proposed a miniature cooking class in his kitchen, along with dinner on the patio. It sounded nice. It also sounded great when you remembered what you needed to talk to him about. (Yay.)

It's not a big deal. Eric's cool.

You finally managed to trek your way up to the front door and you booped the doorbell. It was one of those loud bells that must have echoed throughout the house, because you could clearly hear it from the outside.

A couple minutes later, you heard the locking mechanism come undone. The door opened after; you swore that every time you saw this guy, you became speechless.

You had seen him in a dress shirt before, but this tank top and over-shirt thing was new. It was casual and comfortable, yet chic. His hair was styled in the same manner his clothing was—simple and so attractive. A silver chain and matching silver rings added the subtle touch of elegance to pull everything together.

"Hi," he grinned—he was always smiling, you realized. It was such a pretty smile. He stepped aside and gave you room in the doorway. "Come on in, cutie."

"Thanks for having me over," you said pleasantly, trying not to openly gawk at the front foyer with the sky-high ceiling, chandelier dripping with crystals, and grand staircase wrapping around the walls up to the indoor balcony.

He closed the door behind you as you deposited your shoes by the small rack. Eric wrapped a loose arm around your shoulder to guide you through the foyer. "Of course! I'm so excited you're here; I went out—actually no, I…" he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "ordered it off that grocery app. I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for."

"Grocery app?" You laughed. "Are you talking about the stuff for dinner?"

"Yeah!"

The two of you entered the kitchen. It was a wide, open space that flowed straight into the living room. The cabinets were smooth and snow white, accented with countertops marbled with black and hints of gold. Though clean, it was a space well-loved with a recipe book left open to a lobster risotto; little candies left in a jar on the island labeled with chalk; barstools that weren't quite aligned, like they'd actually been sat on. The living room, too, was beautiful. Massive, but beautiful, with a wraparound couch sectional and a flat screen with family photos hung above it. It was framed by shelves filled to the brim with CD and DVD cases, more family photos, books, and little baubles.

And the lighting. Oh man, the natural lighting from the windows making up the entire back wall… it led out onto the acres of land his family owned, as well as a patio that overlooked the valley.

Eric had mentioned dinner on the patio. If your math was right, that meant you would probably be dining at sunset, all while overlooking a splendid view—how romantic. God, you hated how giddy you were starting to get. Those butterflies in your stomach would not cease.

"You have a really, really beautiful home," you murmured, letting him take your bag from you to place on one of the barstools.

You had always thought that big houses like this would be so difficult to fill. What was one supposed to do with so much space anyway? From the pictures on the wall, you could see Eric's parents, himself, as well as a sister who must have been out making her own mark on the world in that special Sohn kind of way. Even with just four people in this place… they still managed to make it feel like a home and not a house. It was like your own house back in your hometown, across the country. It was lived-in and warm and yours, and that was the beauty of it. And you were certain by just looking at this place that the Sohns were a family who loved each other.

How could you not believe in Eric? Not with all of this to vouch for him? He had grown up loved.

"Thank you," he said. "It's one of my favorite places to be. That's why I still haunt it like a ghost," he joked. He placed a warm hand on the small of your back and led you over to the fridge where he had put all of the grocery delivery bags in. Even the fridge was relatively stocked. "Not sure if everything I got was right, but hopefully it'll all turn out delicious anyway."

You helped him unload the bags onto the kitchen island, raising a brow at the labels on the groceries. They were on the higher end of price and quality, which definitely wasn't a problem, but holding a hundred dollar bottle of red wine just for sauce was making your anxiety levels spike. "Oh, no. It all looks great, Eric. Thanks for getting these, by the way. I would have gone out and brought them here, but—"

He waved away your worries. "You're busy and you're working. Plus, it lets me technically pay for dinner," he said with a cheeky look on his face and gesturing with a finger gun. It was cute. He was cute.

"Smooth, Sohn. I see you."

"That's what they called me in high school," he played along, dancing on his toes behind you to fiddle with his phone and turn on a speaker somewhere (you didn't know where). "Smooth Sohn."

You snorted, slapping a hand over your mouth. Eric's eyes glittered with a mutual mirth. "Whatever you say, honey."

He waltzed back over to you, tongue in cheek. "I like that better though—honey." He leaned back against the counter next to you and watched as you sorted out the ingredients in different piles depending on how they should be prepped. "So what's the plan, chef? You're the boss."

"I'd love to know where your knives and cutting boards are," you said.

He leapt into action. "Say no more!"

In reality, you did have to say more. It wasn't that Eric didn't know where everything was in the kitchen, he just wasn't as well versed in using the kitchen. He'd told you while teaching him how to hold a knife properly that he really only came in here for ramen. Good news was he could crack an egg with one hand; bad news was that was about all he could do. It was still charming, nonetheless. And the cute cooking lesson gave him plenty of opportunity to get close to you.

He had even insisted on you teaching him how to chop carrots like how he had taught you how to swing a golf club—over and around him—with your hands over his and your body wrapped around his, your chin on his shoulder.

But with dinner well past done, the two of you made your way out onto the patio just as the sun was sinking into the embrace of the valley below. It melted into the sky like a broken yolk, saturated and golden. He let you have the seat staring out into the valley. The way he looked at you though, made you feel like you were his million dollar valley view.

The table was set with twin glasses of red wine (amazing what a good wine paired with beef stew could do for the soul), plates separated by a hot stew pot, and a couple of candles for ambiance.

"Wow," he moaned as the beef melted on his tongue. "This is so good. And you're telling me you're pretty, smart, and can cook?"

You held back a giggle so you could swallow your bite. "And I'm single," you jested.

"And you're single!" He leaned his head back, eyes closed. "Thank god for that."

Eric leaned his cheek on his fist, his head cocked slightly and his eyes on you with a swoon-worthy admiration. "Thanks for coming out tonight and hanging out with me."

You could kiss him. "Please, I should be the one thanking you. It's been really fun hanging out with you." It was surreal, actually. The fact that this young heir had deemed you "worthy" or whatever to court and entertain—it wasn't like you defined your self worth by his attention and affection, but this felt nice. Your conversation with Changmin and Chanhee the other day came to the forefront of your mind.

"I, uhm, think this is a good time to ask if you wanted to do this more often? Hanging out with me, I mean."

You weren't sure if this was what you thought he was asking you. He reached for his wine glass, and in the fading sunlight and the candlelight illuminating the bashful expression on his face, your heart pounded.

"What I mean to say," he tried again after a small sip of wine, "is would you be my—"

"I think we should talk!" You cut in before you heard anymore. You were getting jittery, unable to figure out when was the right time to bring up the thing, but also, you wanted him to say his thing, and it was just a mess. But when you saw Eric's wide eyes, mouth zipped up, you repeated in a much calmer tone, "I think we should talk about something. It's not… it's not super serious or anything. I could just be overthinking."

Oh, you felt bad. He looked like a kicked puppy, but you saw him pull himself together for you. "It's—you're probably not overthinking, Yn. What's on your mind?"

The wine glass was put down. He even put his fork down.

Were you making a big deal out of this? Probably not, right? This was important, you reminded yourself. You pursed your lips. "So one of my coworkers—former coworkers," you amended, "Clara. Her name's Clara. She and this guy you might know, Brian Yang…"

He nodded. "Yeah, I know of him."

"Well, they kind of had this thing going on between them. And the other day, she was fired because they broke up and he thought it was too weird that she was working where he was hanging out all the time," you rambled on. "And I uhm, I just wanted to make sure from the get-go that… you know… it's stupid, I don't know. But it's my job, y'know? And—and I need this job, but I like you a lot, Eric. Am I making any sense?"

Neither of you were eating anymore.

You looked at him, hopelessly, searching for signs of understanding.

He leaned in slightly and reached for your hands over the table. "Yn, sweetheart," he said, lacing his fingers with yours over the pot of beef stew, "that is a valid point to bring up, and I can understand what you're probably thinking. That—that news must have been scary, or at least nerve-racking, and Brian's a dick for that—"

You nodded, swallowing.

"—and I don't want you to risk your job because of me," he said earnestly. "But I really want to see where this goes, you know? If anything happens and you don't feel the same way, then no harm, no foul. I'm not gonna take my emotions out on you like that asshole; that's not right."

The breath you had been holding in fell from your mouth, a wave of relief. A sappy, grateful sort of smile worked its way onto your mouth and you met Eric's own kind expression. "You are actually perfect," you let out a breathy laugh. "Where have you been all my life?"

He grinned. "Funny, that's what I've been thinking about you." Eric set your laced hands on the side of the table as he raised his glass to you. "So what do you say? Can we try this?"

You lifted your glass to gently clink it with his. "Let's do it."

"So he's perfect, but he hasn't kissed you yet?" Chanhee's gasp of incredulity hit you in a gust of air. His lips pursed like a penguin's beak. "Figures."

You sent him a look. "Oh, please. Figures what? He's just being… I dunno, chivalrous!"

"Chivalry is dead," Haknyeon snickered as he waltzed by you with fresh towels to lay out by the pool. "You should make the move, Yn."

"So you two are, like, dating now?" Asked Changmin as he hopped onto the tiki bar stool next to you and Chanhee. He kept on glancing down at his watch; he must have only a small break in between his dance classes today.

"They're 'seeing where things go,'" mocked Jacob with a shake of his head. He swirled a rag around the innards of a glass to dry it.

You sent them all dirty looks now. "Cobie, out of all the times you choose to be an imp—"

"An imp," Chanhee muttered, glancing away as he took a sip of his piña colada, "I'm dead."

"If it makes you feel better, Yn, I'm supervising a tennis match with him and the Lee cousins later today. I can get a feel of where his mind's at," Jacob offered.

You drummed your fingers against the bar. The offer was tempting… "It's fine," you insisted. "We don't have to rush things. We go to the same university and we live in the same city now. It's not like we don't have time… right?"

"Riiiight," Changmin drawled with an over exaggerated wink. He frowned at his watch, hopping off his stool. "Damn it, salsa class time. Catch you losers later!"

As he darted off into the distance, Chanhee sniffed. "Says the loser." He plucked the pink umbrella out of his drink and set the decoration down on his napkin. "You're not wrong, Yn-ie. Taking it slow isn't a bad thing. From what you told us, it seems like you're both on the same page now anyway."

"Thank you," you said.

"Maybe he's trying to plan a romantic moment." Haknyeon rejoined the conversation now that he had done his towel delivery.

Jacob nodded with an approving turn of his lips. "You might be onto something. He seems the type."

Your heart was fluttering as if it sprouted butterfly wings. Oh, the thought of kissing Eric Sohn in romantic lighting…

"I think you should take her back to her job before she drifts fully into La La Land." When you snapped back to reality, Jacob's eyes were twinkling, eyebrows wagging.

Haknyeon nudged you with the back of his hand and nodded up to the clubhouse. "C'mon, Yn-ie. I think Manager Kim wants to brief us on dinner service anyway."

Hours later, Jacob found himself on the tennis courts, overseeing a match between the three Lee cousins—Sangyeon, Hyunjae, and Juyeon—and Eric. He often thought it was luck that got him to land this job where all he did to pass the day was make drinks, drive golf carts, and occasionally play doubles with club members. For all that it was, he considered himself very content.

"—that was a foul," Jacob declared, jogging to go catch the tennis ball before it bounded into the bushes.

Hyunjae let out a groan. "Nooo! It hit the line. Jacob, please, I thought we were cool!"

Sangyeon shook his head, smiling as he caught the tennis ball from Jacob with his free hand. "Hyunjae, we all know your eyesight is shit."

Hyunjae wrinkled his nose. "Hey! No one asked."

"Can we take a break?" Juyeon asked, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "I think I need some water."

The boys all murmured their agreement, and Jacob reached down into the mini cooler he'd lugged out to toss them ice cold bottles of water. It was just one of the few perks that came with the club membership.

While Sangyeon and Hyunjae were bickering about eyesight and foul lines, Juyeon settled into a seat by them to referee. Eric sidled up next to Jacob as they both absentmindedly watched the chaos unfold from afar.

Jacob whistled. "So… Yn said she had a really good time with you the other night."

Eric perked up at the sound of your name. "She did? Well that's a relief to hear."

"It wasn't clear?" Jacob asked, face tilted in question. "I mean, not to completely expose her or anything, but she's been gushing about you all day, man."

A giddy smile took over the youngest Sohn's face. "She was?" He licked his lips, drawing the pad of his thumb over the corner of his mouth to catch the water that had dribbled from the bottle. "She's—she's so cute, hyung. Like, I don't know if this is weird for you because you're friends—"

Jacob coughed in amusement. "It's fine. Think of me as your guardian angel."

"Right," Eric piped up. "I think… I think we really hit it off, y'know? And I mean, she probably told you we just kind of had dinner and she had to leave, but she'd come after work, so she was probably tired and—"

Ohhh. Jacob understood exactly what was going on now. His heart warmed at the thought that Eric was being so considerate and not forcing you to stay. He was thinking about your long day, and didn't wish to prolong it anymore. Little did he know, you probably wouldn't have minded hanging around a tad longer.

"—I wanted to kiss her—"

Wait huh. Jacob tuned back in. "When?"

Eric blinked. "Uhm, at dinner. Or at least, when I was walking her out to her car." He glanced away and his smile softened at the thought. "I wish I had, actually. The moment was right there, and the lighting was perfect, and her smile—oh my god, her smile."

Jacob's eyebrows flew up to his hairline. So this was where Eric's mind was at; good to know. "Then do it—kiss her."

"Right now?"

"No! Not right now—"

"Hey, you guys ready to play again?" Juyeon called. The three Lees had already maneuvered themselves back to court.

Eric and Jacob exchanged glances. This conversation wasn't over, Jacob's look seemed to say.

They nodded to their companions, though. "Yeah, we're ready."

It did not come as a surprise to you when you found out Eric had a home theater in his basement. It was something like you'd pictured from the movies, the ones with the rows of dark leather armchairs, deep cup holders, and a giant screen and surround sound system. The foot of the theater room even had a little snack station to make popcorn, and a mini fridge stocked with drinks.

You and Eric shared the couch on the bottom floor that was big enough for the two of you. It was a random Tuesday, and you didn't have work today, so he'd suggested swinging by and hanging out with him for the day. You couldn't possibly refuse.

Eric scrolled through the movie options on the screen with the remote. "Are you sure you don't want any popcorn?" He asked you.

You shook your head. "I'm good, really. But it sounds like you want popcorn, Eric."

He caught his tongue in his smile. "Maybe."

If you weren't supposed to be watching a movie, you would have gladly curled up on that couch and stared at him for the rest of time. His jawline was enough to make a girl go mad, and the fact that he was just so sweet, too—

"How about this one?"

You snapped out of it, barely flicking your gaze back over to the screen in time to avoid him finding out that you were just blatantly staring. "Uhh, sure. I haven't seen this one, actually."

"Really? Oh my god, we have to watch it then." And so you did.

It was about halfway into the movie that you realized there was a draft coming down on you—the air conditioning in this room was awfully high, but you didn't want to say anything. You hiked your legs up onto the couch and hugged your arms, leaning back slightly against the quilt draped over the back of the couch. (How conveniently placed…)

Eric saw your movement from the corner of his eye. "You cold? We can share the blanket."

"My hero," you joked as he removed the quilt from behind your heads and draped it over your laps.

Because the article wasn't exactly miles long, you and Eric had to shift over closer to each other. Not that you were complaining. The arm and leg pressed against yours were warm, and it gave him the perfect opportunity to raise his arm and place it over the back of the couch behind you.

As you both watched the rest of the movie, you gradually let yourself lean into him, and his arm eventually fell to rest directly around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

"I always liked the ending of this movie," Eric murmured softly to you as the credits rolled. He brushed his fingers along your arm in a warm, soothing manner. "What'd you think?"

You stayed with your head tucked onto his shoulder. "Hmm, not bad. I think they could have cut the romance though."

"Ah, I see your point," he said. "Sometimes directors just like to force it for the sake of a subplot."

"Wholeheartedly agree."

His fingers danced up to your shoulder and began playing with your hair. He pursed his lips. "Are you a fan of romance movies? That's kind of a random question, I guess."

"Not really—a random question, I mean," you said, and pulled your head off of his shoulder to face him. The thought occurred to you of how close your bodies and your faces were, sharing warmth and skin. You saw his eyes dart down away from yours for a split second. "I like romance movies. I think they restore my faith in humanity," you mused. "You?"

"I like 'em, too." He released a small exhale, an almost-shy smile etching itself onto his face. "Most of them are just… feel-good movies. They're really sweet, and I've always kind of wanted something like that."

"High standards," you whispered, though playfully. "Wouldn't we all like something from the movies?" To you, this was what the movies were like—"handsome guy sweeps girl off her feet, and he's perfect and she's happy." You were already living out your too-good-to-be-true dreams.

He laughed. "True. I think it's just a matter of waiting for the right person to come along, maybe. And following through."

You bit the bait. "Following through?"

"Backing up your initial swing," he clarified. "Something to drive the ball home and make sure you mean it. I feel like maybe that's what people forget about romance—that there's still an after, beyond happily ever after."

Wow. "Your brain," you praised. "That was actual poetry, I think. Is this how you get girls?"

He bit his lip through a smile, leaning closer. "Only one girl. I hope it's working."

"I think it's working a little too well," you admitted, voice barely audible now.

You could feel the warmth of his breath fan over your lips as he came closer, about ninety-percent of the way; the other ten percent was left for you to either push forward or pull back. He was giving you the decision on a gold platter.

And who could deny something served so beautifully?

You closed the gap between you and pressed your lips against his. It was soft, at first, as the nerves in your brain and your vital organs threatened to go haywire. You breathed him in, your noses slotting against each other. He cupped the back of your head with his free hand, the other curling around your waist.

When you broke apart, it was for a split second, until he was kissing you again. You were half in his lap at this point, your legs draped over his, your side pressed to his chest.

Foreheads pressed together, you shared a breath of air with him. He nuzzled his nose against you as if unable to be so far from you. "Be mine," he said, simple at first. Then, "Please."

You smiled against him and felt his mouth do the same. "Only if you'll be mine, too."

"As if I would say no," he laughed, leaning in again, and crushing his mouth to yours. The theater room filled with both of your giggles as you fell backward.

If this was the happily ever after, then you would gladly follow through.

a/n: to anyone who read flight risk, i just redeemed myself from valentine's day

tbz m.list

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wip weekend challenge

so here are the snippets per my poll found here. i don't know how to do math so i can't figure out how to do sentences per vote. so instead i'm doing each of them with sentences per total votes. so 24 sentences across the board. (next time i do a poll i'm going to add a little "acey's rules" where i change the rules based on what math is easier)

below are each of the snippets and hopefully for wip wednesday y'all will be excited to see more from these guys. & since bartender au was the winner i did write specifically more in it i'm just giving you a snippet of 24 ish sentences. also i don't want to spoil so i gave a snippet from tied part 2 rather than 3 but i promise i did write 24 sentences!!

another life

“No, I don’t think you want to,” her voice was soft but there was something else in it. Something a little sharper, hidden beneath the hurt she felt, hiding within the words. She didn’t think that he wanted to do this, that he wanted to end what they had. Because neither did she. Does he think that she does? There was another long stretch of silence. He fidgeted whenever he was upset or stressed, she could tell he was spinning his rings on his fingers, chewing on his lips. She knew everything about him. Or she thought she did. She liked to think she did. “Then what are we doing? Are we going to keep fighting for another six months until one of us ends up cheating and getting caught?” She closed her eyes when he spoke. She didn’t need to look at him. “Fuck! We don’t need a messy divorce on page six, right?” The word hung between them. Divorce. It was so final. It was so full of pain and anger and exhaustion from months of fighting. Months of growing apart. She had a tour coming up, he had a movie. They were going to be separated anyway so why not go for it completely? Sever ties between them, divvy up the things they own together, and figure out who gets the house in Beverly and who gets the apartment in New York.

daydreams

“You good, man?” Argyle’s voice filtered through Jonathan’s thoughts or lack of. It was almost like static was in his brain instead of the usual thoughts that kept him up at night. Without realizing it, he had calmed down, he had shut down his mind and breathing felt easier. He looked up at Argyle and blinked a few times. Is he good? “Yeah, I’m good,” he watched Argyle place the joint somewhere safe and moved to open up the side door. All of the smoke that seemed to accumulate inside the van began pouring out, it hit the sinking light of the sun in a way that made Jonathan giggle. Well, anything will make him giggle now, but it was kind of pretty. With slow hands, he managed to pick up his camera and take photographs of the last remaining tendrils of smoke. He hoped they���d show up the way he thinks they will. And without any warning, he turned to snap a picture of Argyle, who was half sitting and half lying, with a smile on his face. It was wide, close-lipped but it reached his eyes. He looked content. He looked beautiful. But he wouldn’t say that out loud. God. If he did that would be embarrassing. “Do you want to go hit some golf balls?” Argyle was already moving, not even waiting for Jonathan to say anything, grabbing a couple of golf clubs from beside Jonathan. When did they get there? And a bucket of balls. They were really going to hit some golf balls. He placed his camera down in its bag, keeping it in the van as he very slowly moved out. Or maybe he was moving regularly and his brain was thinking it was slow. Either way, he felt wobbly on his legs and every step made him laugh a little more. So, is this being stoned? He felt floaty, like a balloon, and if Argyle wasn’t going to hold on to him he was going to float away.

tied pt 2

The early morning light was a blueish gray, casting an eerie glow over the street. Birds sang in the trees, the morning routine uninterrupted as usual. Too early for the paperboys, too early for the commuters. No, the world around the house slept on, unaware, blissful. Peaceful. They knew, of course, as the whole town knew, of the tragedy that occurred in this house. What they didn’t know was that inside this house lived ghosts. Shells of the people who live here. The constant daily reminder that one does not. An empty bedroom left untouched and eagerly waiting for its occupant’s return. An empty fourth seat at the table, an empty spot for her to stare at while her father stayed quiet and her mother—her mother didn’t know what to do with herself. Swinging from her grief, one minute she’s inconsolable with loud sobs wracking through her body, sure to wake the neighbors and the next she’s putting every ounce of anger and hates she has toward the only child she has left. They didn’t know. They didn’t know the weight of grief that hung around the Cunningham family. They could see it, evident in their polite smiles and eyes full of condolences. They’re so sorry for the family’s loss. But they don’t know. They don’t know the depth of this loss. She is still finding herself falling into the deepest pit of loss with no telling when or if she’ll ever find the bottom. When she thinks she can’t possibly cry more, she manages to cry silently in her room. Sleep evades her. She’s watched the sun come up for days now. She barely eats. Both out of her grief and out of fear of her mother’s pointed wrath. She doesn’t take calls. She hasn’t called her worried boyfriend. She couldn’t deal with the outside world. Not yet.

bartender au

Nancy was about to open her mouth but luckily, for everyone in close proximity, someone else yelled from their spot a few feet from the bar. And continued to talk at high speeds as they neared the bar. ��Good! You met! Argyle, Nancy this is Eddie Munson. He’s like some rockstar turned solo act or whatever. Anyway, he’s stranded here, in town, so I figured he could stay with us. What’s another body, yeah?” Robin Buckley loved to take in strays. Anyone who seemed down and out and needed someone to pick them up by the scruff of their neck. When Nancy landed in the city a year ago, Robin was the first person she sought out because she knew Robin. Before she got popular here before anyone knew her from social media or from performing when she was just a band geek that went to her college. Robin took Nancy in without even a second to think about it. She simply said sure. Eddie seems to be another stray. “No.” Was all Nancy could say, shaking her head as if it would make a point. As if she was the one who paid the rent or bills when she was not. Argyle had the apartment covered while Robin did the bills and let Nancy stay on a pull-out sofa in the living room. Even Steve paid his way through making family-style dinners for them whenever the four of them are home together. It isn’t often but it’s pretty appreciated. “Rob, I’m going to have to side with the angry one,” Argyle was using his apology voice, trying to let Robin down in easy and soft tones. “Wait, why?” Robin was looking between her roommates with confusion, her brows furrowed and her blue eyes almost clouded. “Theory three,” was all Argyle said and Nancy watched Robin’s confusion worsen before theory three dawned on her as eyebrows shot up and her mouth opened into a perfect circle.

before sunrise au

Someone had walked into the back of the train car, where he was sitting, and took a seat from across him. He was tall with long, black hair and there was something about him that caught Steve’s attention. He gave Steve a polite smile, one that he returned, before trying to go back to reading. “Sorry,” Oh good, he’s American. At least by the sound of it. No more language barrier. It’s been fucking hard being on a completely different continent, in different countries, and each of them looks at you like you’re the enemy because you only speak American English. “Do you know what they’re arguing about?” Steve had to laugh with a shake of his head. “Unfortunately, my time in high school was not spent learning and mastering the German language.” It was spent usually thinking about girls, occasionally boys, and trying to get Nancy Wheeler to fall in love with him. What a waste of four years. “Right. That’s German? Damn, makes sense then. We are in German-speaking lands,” the other guy looked around at the car, then out the windows, as if he was just now realizing where they were. “I was fine in Spain. I mean the vernacular is completely different but I could at least understand it, y’know?” “I take it you know Spanish, then?” “Yep, first language.” Steve was now completely forgetting about his book. There was something about this stranger on the train that captivated him. Maybe it was his cool exterior. Maybe he was just hot. Either way, Steve wanted this to keep going. Whatever the fuck this is.

^ most of these have been written on the fly so there isn’t a whole lot of editing going on.

[biglisbonnews]

‘Cockeyed’ Map Shows Both Glamour and Margins of 1930s Hollywood If maps allow our imaginations to travel without care or trouble, then maps of the past do one better: They are time machines into different eras. And pictorial maps, which offer the perspective and subjective detail that mere road maps or city plans don’t, add a bit of couleur locale as extra seasoning. Like this one, of Hollywood in its Golden Age. The humming of 1930s Hollywood street life almost bursts off the page—this is the age of the talkies, after all. A vignette straddling Beverly and Vine sets the scene: A slightly cockeyed map of that slightly cockeyed community, Hollywood, executed by that slightly cockeyed topographer … John Groth. Chicago native Groth (1908–1988) was a cartoonist who became art director of Esquire in his 20s. He would go on to have a brilliant career as a war artist for the Chicago Sun. In 1944, he rode the first Allied jeep into newly liberated Paris. If he’d been any closer to the front, “he would have had to have sat in the Kraut’s lap,” joked Ernest Hemingway. After WWII, he reported from Korea, the Belgian Congo, and Vietnam, among other places. But back in 1937, when he produced this map of Hollywood for Stage magazine, that was all still in the future. The 1930s was a time when Hollywood was dominated by the old studio system. Old? That’s relative. To be fair, many of their names still sound familiar today. There’s 20th Century Fox, on Pico Boulevard, right next to the West Side Tennis Club. Just to the south is MGM, near Venice Boulevard. In between: a fair bit of golfing. And, inexplicably, a Bedouin leading a camel down the boulevard. Paramount can be found on the corner of Western Avenue and Santa Monica Boulevard. Right next door are RKO and NBC. And right across Santa Monica Boulevard is Columbia. Further down Santa Monica, there’s United Artists, a more elaborate operation than Chaplin Studio, right across the street. To the north, on the other side of the Beverly Hills, there’s the gigantic Universal Studios on Cahuenga Boulevard. It’s big enough to contain an entire village—and attract a herd of elephants, coming down the Santa Monica Mountains. Warner Brothers is also on the other side of the mountains—Mount Hollywood, as it so happens; no mention of the HOLLYWOODLAND sign (the LAND was dropped in 1949). It’s also gigantic: They’re filming a sea battle in the back lot. Astride the roof is a Warner Brothers "g-man": a reference to movie detectives, or to the studio’s real-life enforcers? If you liked fine dining, there were worse places to be than Golden Age Hollywood. Halfway between 20th Century Fox and United Artists, there’s the chefs of the Victor Hugo and the Beverly Wilshire, competing for your attention. In the 1930s, Lamaze was a fancy Hollywood restaurant, not a child-birthing technique; right next door were the Trocadero and the Clover Club—all pretty close to the Hollywood Bowl. By the look on his face, the chef at the Lamaze may be going over to the Clover when his shift is over. Other restaurants of note: Perinos, at Wilshire and Western; Levy’s, at Santa Monica and Vine; and Lucey’s, on Melrose. Sprinkled across town were Brown Derby restaurants. Named after the first of the chain, which opened on Wilshire Boulevard in 1926 and was shaped like a semicircular derby hat, the restaurants were a fixture of Golden Age Hollywood. Even outside the glamour of the studios and the high life of fine dining, Hollywood is portrayed as a city of leisure and entertainment. People in bathing suits are diving into the Pacific along the coast-hugging Speedway, from Malibu via the Bel Air Beach Club and Santa Monica all the way down to Santa Catalina Island. Masses of cyclists—yes, cyclists—are cruising down the city’s boulevards and avenues. Could 1930s L.A. have been a cycling paradise? But then what’s with all the horses, not just polo-playing outside of town, but also racing through the center—their riders showing off with their hats in one hand? Surely, this can’t have been a common sight. Buses overflowing with tourists are driving around town, perhaps already then being shown the homes of the stars. Perhaps a star has been spotted near the Carthay; that would explain the rush of onlookers. In the northeast corner, the Santa Anita racetrack is giving punters a run for their money—literally. Closer by, Mickey Mouse waves to passersby from his home on Riverside Drive, not far from a well spouting oil. Huge crowds gather at the American Legion Stadium in the center. Elegant ladies and gentlemen striding around town complete the picture of a city as elegant and attractive as any in the world. Yet Groth wouldn’t be a perceptive—or ‘cockeyed’—observer if he didn’t also look beyond the glamour. Check the bottom right for a Native American couple and their child making their way into Hollywood, looking for opportunity. Two streets down, a Mexican immigrant is doing the same, his donkey laden with wares he will be hoping to sell. And on the corner of La Brea and Venice, Chinese laborers are moving earth right behind the back of a movie director, seated in the classic folding chair, loudspeaker in hand. All these figures are placed near the edge of the map, a textbook demonstration of what it means to be "marginal." This article originally appeared on Big Think, home of the brightest minds and biggest ideas of all time. Sign up for Big Think's newsletter. https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/1930s-hollywood-map

[abhishek9906]

Top 5 Luxury Neighborhoods: Best Areas to Stay in Dubai

Dubai, renowned for its luxurious lifestyle, opulent architecture, and world-class amenities, is home to some of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the world. Whether you're visiting for business, leisure, or relocating for an extended stay, these five areas offer unparalleled luxury, comfort, and proximity to the city's best attractions. These are top 5 Luxury Neighborhoods: Best Areas to Stay in Dubai

1. Downtown Dubai

Why Choose Downtown Dubai? Downtown Dubai is the heart of the city and home to some of its most iconic landmarks, including the Burj Khalifa, The Dubai Mall, and the Dubai Fountain. If you're seeking a vibrant, upscale environment with a blend of business, shopping, and entertainment, this neighborhood is your perfect choice.

Luxury Experience Staying in Downtown Dubai places you at the center of the action. You can indulge in high-end shopping, dine at Michelin-starred restaurants, and enjoy the city's most breathtaking views. The area is also home to some of Dubai's finest hotels and residential buildings, such as The Address Downtown, Armani Hotel, and Burj Khalifa Residences.

Best For: Business professionals, tourists, and luxury shoppers.

2. Palm Jumeirah

Why Choose Palm Jumeirah? Palm Jumeirah, the man-made island shaped like a palm tree, is synonymous with luxury. This iconic neighborhood is a symbol of Dubai’s architectural innovation and offers an unparalleled beachfront living experience.

Luxury Experience This exclusive neighborhood boasts private villas, luxury apartments, and lavish resorts, including the famous Atlantis, The Palm. Residents and visitors can enjoy private beach access, high-end dining, and top-notch recreational activities. The views of the Arabian Gulf and the Dubai skyline are nothing short of breathtaking.

Best For: Beach lovers, luxury travelers, and families looking for a serene yet exclusive environment.

3. Emirates Hills

Why Choose Emirates Hills? Often referred to as the "Beverly Hills of Dubai," Emirates Hills is one of the most prestigious gated communities in the city. It's known for its sprawling villas, beautifully landscaped gardens, and peaceful ambiance.

Luxury Experience Emirates Hills offers an unmatched level of privacy and security, making it a favorite among high-net-worth individuals, including celebrities and entrepreneurs. The neighborhood surrounds the Montgomerie Golf Club, giving residents access to a world-class golfing experience right at their doorstep. Its serene environment, combined with luxury living, makes it a coveted area.

Best For: Golf enthusiasts, families, and those seeking a quiet, upscale residential area.

4. Jumeirah Beach Residence (JBR)

Why Choose Jumeirah Beach Residence (JBR)? JBR is a lively and luxurious waterfront community located along the pristine beaches of the Arabian Gulf. The neighborhood is perfect for those who enjoy a vibrant seaside lifestyle, with an abundance of dining, shopping, and entertainment options.

Luxury Experience Residents and visitors of JBR can walk along The Walk, a bustling promenade filled with upscale restaurants, cafes, and boutiques. The area also boasts luxurious high-rise apartments with stunning sea views, many of which offer direct access to the beach. With its trendy beach clubs and lively atmosphere, JBR is one of the most popular areas for tourists and expatriates.

Best For: Beach lovers, expatriates, and those who enjoy a social, lively atmosphere.

5. Dubai Marina

Why Choose Dubai Marina? Dubai Marina is a vibrant waterfront neighborhood known for its stunning skyline, modern architecture, and luxurious lifestyle. This bustling area is ideal for those who want to live in a chic, urban environment with easy access to some of the city’s best attractions.

Luxury Experience Dubai Marina offers a range of high-end residential options, including luxury apartments and penthouses, many of which provide panoramic views of the marina and the Arabian Gulf. The Marina Walk, a seven-kilometer promenade, is lined with stylish restaurants, cafes, and boutiques. With its marina yacht club, rooftop pools, and upscale living, it’s a haven for luxury seekers.

Best For: Young professionals, couples, and expatriates looking for a trendy, cosmopolitan lifestyle.

Conclusion

Dubai’s luxury neighborhoods each offer their unique charm, from the urban sophistication of Downtown Dubai to the serene beachfront of Palm Jumeirah. Whether you're looking for world-class shopping, waterfront living, or a private villa, Dubai’s top luxury areas provide something for every lifestyle. Staying in one of these neighborhoods ensures you experience the very best the city has to offer, making your time in Dubai unforgettable.

Explore these top five luxury neighborhoods and discover the perfect place to stay in this dazzling city!

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Golf Promenade Apartments

Golf Promenade Apartments is part of the Golf Town residential community recently launched within Damac Hills. Developed by Damac Properties, the complex consists of five towers. Its design is inspired by the lifestyle of Beverly Hills, California. The complex will be appreciated by those seeking property with a view in Dubai: the apartments overlook the Trump International Golf Club in Dubai, offering panoramic views of lush green fields and leafy trees. There are studio apartments, as well as one-bedroom, two-bedroom, and three-bedroom apartments in the complex. There are also two-bedroom and three-bedroom homes. Residents of Golf Promenade enjoy direct access to the famous Trump Golf Course and can also play tennis at nearby tennis courts. The combination of privacy and access to high-quality amenities makes Golf Promenade the perfect home for families. Sports enthusiasts and pet owners will also appreciate the complex: pets are welcome, and there are places to walk your dogs within the community grounds.

Golf_Promenade_Apartments #UAE #Dubai

[teslaproperties]

Luxury Living: Buy Real Estate in Dubai’s Premier Locations

Dubai is a city where luxury knows no bounds, and this is especially true in its real estate market. From breathtaking waterfront villas to sky-high penthouses, Dubai offers some of the most exclusive properties in the world. For those looking to buy real estate in Dubai, the city’s premier locations provide unparalleled lifestyle opportunities, combining opulence, convenience, and modern living. This blog will guide you through Dubai’s top luxury neighborhoods and why they are the perfect places to call home or invest in.

Why Choose Dubai for Luxury Real Estate?

Dubai is a way of life, not merely a place to live.Here's why purchasing opulent real estate in Dubai is a desirable choice:

World-Class Amenities: From private beaches and gourmet dining to designer shopping and exclusive clubs, Dubai offers a lifestyle of unrivaled luxury.

Tax-Free Environment: Dubai’s tax-free status means no property taxes, income taxes, or capital gains taxes, allowing you to maximize your investment.

Strategic Location: Dubai’s position as a global hub between East and West makes it a prime location for international business, travel, and leisure.

Safe and Secure: Dubai offers residents and investors peace of mind as one of the safest cities in the world due to its great living standards and low crime rate.

Strong Real Estate Market: Dubai’s real estate market continues to show resilience and growth, with high demand for luxury properties from both local and international buyers.

Top Premier Locations for Luxury Real Estate in Dubai

Dubai’s premier locations offer a blend of luxury, exclusivity, and convenience. Here are some of the most sought-after neighborhoods for those looking to buy real estate in Dubai:

1. Palm Jumeirah

Palm Jumeirah is one of Dubai’s most iconic and luxurious residential areas, often referred to as the "eighth wonder of the world." This fabricated island offers luxurious beachfront houses with direct access to the Arabian Gulf, as well as a range of luxury flats in Dubai.Residents enjoy stunning views, private beaches, and access to some of the best restaurants, hotels, and spas in the city.

Why Choose Palm Jumeirah?Rich individuals choose the Palm Jumeirah because it embodies the peak of seclusion and elegance.It's great for folks who value solitude, luxury, and a seaside lifestyle.

2. Downtown Dubai

Downtown Dubai is known as the heart of the city, home to the world’s tallest building, the BurjKhalifa, and the expansive Dubai Mall. This region is the pinnacle of urban luxury, with high-rise luxury apartments in Dubai offering stunning views of the city skyline and the renowned Dubai fountain.

Why Choose Downtown Dubai? Living in Downtown Dubai means being at the center of the city’s vibrant lifestyle. It’s ideal for those who want to be close to world-class shopping, dining, and entertainment, all within walking distance.

3. Emirates Hills

Emirates Hills, nicknamed as the "Beverly Hills of Dubai," is an exclusive neighborhood of affluent houses surrounded by beautiful greenery and golf courses.This exclusive neighborhood is one of the most prestigious addresses in Dubai, providing a serene and private environment.

Why Choose Emirates Hills?For individuals who appreciate seclusion, room, and elegance, Emirates Hills is ideal. The area is known for its spacious villas, each uniquely designed, and its proximity to top-tier schools, making it ideal for families.

4. Dubai Marina

Dubai Marina is a thriving waterfront neighborhood renowned for its towering residential buildings and lively ambiance.A variety of opulent Dubai apartments with breathtaking views of the marina and the Arabian Gulf are available in this location. With access to the Marina Walk, which is surrounded with eateries, retail establishments, and cafés, residents can lead a vibrant lifestyle.

Why Choose Dubai Marina? Dubai Marina is ideal for young professionals and expatriates who enjoy a cosmopolitan lifestyle. Its strategic location offers easy access to the beach, shopping, and the city’s business hubs.

5. Jumeirah Golf Estates

Jumeirah Golf Estates is a premier residential community that blends luxury living with world-class golf facilities. The area features luxury villas and townhouses set amidst beautifully landscaped golf courses, offering a tranquil lifestyle away from the city’s hustle and bustle.

Why Choose Jumeirah Golf Estates?Jumeirah Golf Estates is suitable for golfers and families seeking a calm, elegant location.A variety of amenities are available in the community, such as restaurants, parks, and fitness centers.

6. Business Bay

Business Bay is a rapidly growing business and residential district located just south of Downtown Dubai. The area is known for its high-rise towers, offering both commercial and residential properties. Luxury apartments in Dubai within Business Bay are popular among professionals who want to live close to work while enjoying modern amenities and facilities.

Why Choose Business Bay? Business Bay is ideal for professionals who want to be close to the city’s business centers while enjoying a luxurious urban lifestyle. The area offers a mix of work and leisure, with easy access to dining, shopping, and entertainment.

Tips for Purchasing Luxury Real Estate in Dubai.

When it comes to buying property in Dubai, especially in the luxury segment, there are several key considerations to keep in mind:

1. Work with a Reputable Real Estate Agency

Navigating Dubai's real estate market may be challenging, particularly for first-time purchasers.Partnering with a trusted real estate agency in Dubai like Tesla Properties ensures you have access to the best listings and professional advice throughout the buying process.

2. Understand the Market

Before making a purchase, it’s important to understand the market trends and pricing in your desired location. Research the area’s growth potential, rental yields, and future developments to make an informed decision.

3. Consider Long-Term Value

While Dubai’s luxury properties offer immediate appeal, consider the long-term value of your investment. Look for properties in areas with ongoing development and strong demand, as these are likely to appreciate over time.

4. Check for Additional Costs

In addition to the property price, be aware of additional costs such as registration fees, maintenance charges, and service fees. These expenses may add up, so incorporate them into your budget.

5. Explore Financing Options

If you require financing, explore the mortgage options available in Dubai. The city offers a range of mortgage products for both residents and non-residents, with competitive interest rates.

6. Verify Legal Requirements

Make sure you grasp the legal issues of buying property in Dubai, especially if you're a foreign investor.Your real estate agent can guide you through the process and help you navigate any legal complexities.

Conclusion

Dubai’s premier locations offer some of the most luxurious and sought-after real estate in the world. Whether you’re looking for a beachfront villa on Palm Jumeirah, a high-rise apartment in Downtown Dubai, or a serene villa in Emirates Hills, Dubai’s luxury real estate market has something to offer every discerning buyer. By working with a reputable real estate agency in Dubai like Tesla Properties, you can find the perfect property that aligns with your lifestyle and investment goals. Start your journey to luxury living in Dubai today and buy real estate in Dubai to experience the unparalleled elegance and sophistication this city has to offer.

[griffinclubca]

Three Athletic Reasons to Choose a Club in Los Angeles

When it comes to staying energetic and preserving a healthy lifestyle in Los Angeles, becoming a member of a club seems the thing to do. They can provide a plethora of athletic promises to match each hobby. Here are three athletic reasons why deciding on membership in Los Angeles is an exceptional concept:

1. Pickleball Club in Los Angeles: Pickleball has surged in reputation in recent years. Becoming a member of a Pickleball Club in Los Angeles presents a quality way to revel in this fun game. Whether you are a pro player or new to the sport, pickleball clubs provide courts and organized activities for players of all levels to revel in.

2. Pool Clubs in Los Angeles: Los Angeles's sunny weather makes swimming a famous pastime. To become a member of a pool club provides the ideal opportunity to take benefit of this aquatic exercise. Whether you do laps for health or leisurely swims to unwind, pool clubs offer nicely-maintained centers and welcoming surroundings for swimmers of all abilities to revel in the water.

3. Cold Plunge in Los Angeles: For those searching for a completely unique and brisk way to recover and rejuvenate after a workout, cold plunges offer several health advantages. Many clubs in Los Angeles feature cold plunge pools or chambers. Herein, contributors can immerse themselves in cold water for a fresh and revitalizing revel.

Additionally, the Tennis Club in Beverly Hills is one of the reasons for visiting. Tennis enthusiasts will locate them to join a tennis club in Beverly Hills. With well-maintained courts and prepared leagues and tournaments, tennis golf equipment offers the correct place for gamers to hone their capabilities.

The Final Comment:

You may enjoy first-rate facilities and a friendly community of like-minded people who share your sporting interests by joining a club in Los Angeles. Why then wait? Join a club in Los Angeles like Griffin Club today to start living an active and rewarding lifestyle.

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Golf Promenade Apartments

Golf Promenade Apartments is part of the Golf Town residential community recently launched within Damac Hills. Developed by Damac Properties, the complex consists of five towers. Its design is inspired by the lifestyle of Beverly Hills, California. The complex will be appreciated by those seeking property with a view in Dubai: the apartments overlook the Trump International Golf Club in Dubai, offering panoramic views of lush green fields and leafy trees. There are studio apartments, as well as one-bedroom, two-bedroom, and three-bedroom apartments in the complex. There are also two-bedroom and three-bedroom homes.

Residents of Golf Promenade enjoy direct access to the famous Trump Golf Course and can also play tennis at nearby tennis courts. The combination of privacy and access to high-quality amenities makes Golf Promenade the perfect home for families. Sports enthusiasts and pet owners will also appreciate the complex: pets are welcome, and there are places to walk your dogs within the community grounds.

The towers are conveniently located in Damac Hills, facing a golf course at the intersection of Sheikh Zayed Bin Hamdan Al Nahyan Street and Hessa Street.

There is plenty of greenery around the complex. Damac Hills, which also includes the Trump International Golf Club, boasts nearly four million square feet of gardens that provide a variety of recreational and sports areas, including tranquil gardens and lakes.

The community is located along Umm Suqeim Road, close to major city highways and within proximity to key business and entertainment areas.

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[muridiola]

Greenwood joins Getafe

United academy prodigy Mason Greenwood officially donned the Getafe blue jersey as he held up his number 12 jersey as he posed for photos next to the team crest and greeted fans. "Hello Getafe fans, I'm Mason. I'm very happy to be here and can't wait to start playing," he said.

Greenwood left Manchester United at the buzzer a few minutes before the summer transfer window closed and went on loan to Getafe in La Liga. Millions of fans still hope that he can return to Old Trafford in the future, but CAB토토 analyzes the possibility of this happening. Even if he can prove himself in the Iberian Peninsula, it will be difficult for him to put on the Manchester United jersey robe.

Earlier this summer, a proposal was made to sign Greenwood from Manchester United during a strategy meeting of transfer staff in the Saudi Arabian Professional League. Soon, the issue was rejected, and they decided that bringing in the talented 21-year-old forward would do more harm than good.

Although Greenwood is no longer charged by the Crown Prosecution Service, he is legally a free man. Greenwood has always denied all of these allegations. But his moral taint can never be washed away, and the Manchester United youth forward himself has not denied that he has made mistakes. In the photos, videos and audio of Greenwood's alleged domestic violence exposed on social media, a man believed to be Greenwood can be heard yelling to the victim, "Pick up your leg." The woman refused, but the man angrily shouted, " I don’t care what you kid wants.”

Seven months after the charges were dropped, Greenwood is still not playing professionally, illustrating the difficulty of his return to football. Now, although he can only join the relegation team Getafe, he can at least play in the Spanish top league, where he can play against La Liga duo Real Madrid and Barcelona.

Following a six-month internal investigation, United chief executive Richard Arnold initially felt Greenwood could be reinstated with the intention of returning him to the first team, with extensive plans in place. But as the "Sports Network" reported, Manchester United later saw the strong opposition from the outside world, changed its attitude, and decided to abandon Greenwood completely.

Arnold made it clear: Due to Manchester United's worldwide attention, it will be too challenging for Greenwood to rebuild his career. He also suggested that there are polarizing views on Greenwood's potential return, which would jeopardize the unity within the club.

Manchester United has not terminated Greenwood's contract. This contract has less than two years left and his weekly salary is 75,000 pounds. The club has publicly promised to help Greenwood restart his career and continue to support his personal life. What the club said is true. Manchester United is responsible for paying for the English teenager's monthly villa rent of 8,000 pounds in Getafe, as well as the round-the-clock Spanish translation service.

Greenwood lives in the "La Finca" high-end community where superstars such as Beckham, Zidane, Cristiano Ronaldo and Bale have lived in the past. It is known as the "Spanish Beverly Hills" and is a wealthy community with huge properties. The mansions, luxury golf courses and shopping malls are under tight security and closely monitored by dozens of cameras. And more importantly, it is only a 20-minute drive from Getafe's training ground.

The "Sun" stated that Greenwood can also choose the "La Moraleja" community, which is where Varane and Modric live.

Manchester United only announced the sale of Greenwood on August 21, which was only about 10 days before the end of the summer window for most leagues. The transfer department was very busy at the same time, and Manchester United's director of football John Murtaugh and the club's director of negotiations Matt Hargreaves had a lot to do, including the signing of Evans, Altai Baindier, Reguilon and Amrabat, while for sale or lease Dean Henderson, Brandon Williams, Teden Mengie, Noam Emeran, Mark Jurado, Charlie McNeil, Logan Pye and Alvaro Fernandez.

Fortunately, Murtaugh has been one of the Manchester United executives who support giving Greenwood another chance. He is Greenwood's "uncle" and has known his father Andrew for many years. Therefore, Murtaugh is very concerned about Greenwood's next step and is personally responsible for his transfer.

Greenwood's road to Saudi Arabia for gold mining was blocked from the beginning. Saudi Arabia is developing a women's football league. They have applied to host the Women's Asian Cup, so they are very concerned about women's rights. This in itself makes Greenwood's possibility of joining very low. For the same reason, the Saudis did not attempt to sign acquitted ex-Manchester City defender Benjamin Mendy, who has officially moved to Ligue 1 side Lorient.

In addition, Greenwood and Cristiano Ronaldo, the flagship figure of Saudi Arabia's sixth league in the world, did not have a good relationship when they played together at Manchester United, so they are even more unpopular. Former Liverpool captain Gerrard has publicly stated that rumors of a transfer between his Saudi club Dammam and Greenwood are fake news.

With the lessons learned from the blocked transfer to Saudi Arabia, Manchester United became more cautious and low-key when looking for Greenwood's next home in European football, keeping relevant information strictly confidential. Murtaugh fears that if rumors come to light before a deal is done, a potential move could find itself the focus of a media storm in the UK and social media, in the same way United did earlier this month.

According to the report of Athletic.com, in the last moments of the summer window, agents from all over the continent contacted many clubs, claiming that they could arrange the loan of Greenwood from Manchester United, but these clubs are not completely clear whether these agents are actually authorized by Manchester United.

The sporting director of a Spanish club has revealed that as many as 20 agents have contacted him, claiming to help him sign Greenwood. As for Manchester United officials, they refused to comment on which agents really represent their club. According to analysis, one of Manchester United's motivations for promoting Greenwood through an intermediary agency may be to help other clubs provide a "safe haven". Once they get into disputes, they can confidently say that they have contacted Manchester United.

After the charges were dropped at the beginning of the year, Greenwood's popular destination was considered to be Italy, including Atlanta, AC Milan, Inter Milan, Juventus and Roma. However, Serie A has also focused on cooperating with women's rights protection organizations in recent years. Some Italian club employees said that if the team signs Greenwood, they will consider resigning or going on strike.

In the last few weeks of the summer window, agents contacted various clubs. Brentford of the Premier League directly refused to accept Greenwood, although their leading striker Toni was suspended; the Bundesliga also said no to Greenwood. Borussia Dortmund, Serie A Roma and AC Milan have also distanced themselves from him.

Another challenge Greenwood faces is that French and Spanish leagues have restrictions on the number of non-EU players that can be registered. After the UK leaves the EU in 2016, English players will be considered non-EU players. Ligue 1 teams can only have a maximum of four non-EU players, while La Liga can register five non-EU players, but each game can only have three players in the matchday squad.

Although Serie A teams have a registration cap of only two non-EU players, a ruling that came into force in July this year means that Swiss and British players are still considered EU players. This was also the first time Greenwood was considered possible to move to Italy. one of the reasons.

Manchester United and Greenwood waited until the last moment of the summer window, because there is not much time left at this time, and some clubs may become more impulsive and panic. The tight time brings challenges, but it also brings opportunities. With September 1, the deadline for most European leagues, talks increased around Greenwood, with simultaneous talks with various interested parties.

For example, Lazio, a Serie A team participating in the Champions League this season, is reported to have even exchanged legal documents with Manchester United and the Blue Eagles regarding Greenwood's transfer. However, the Italian transfer window closed at 19:00 local time, 4 hours earlier than the Premier League. The two sides ultimately failed to reach a final agreement in time. Italian media have different opinions on the reasons why the transfer fell through. The mainstream view is that coach Sarri is worried about Greenwood's controversy and his status, because since January 2022, Greenwood has not only not played a game, but has not even been able to train normally. Couldn't attend.

Spain's transfer deadline is the same as that of England, both at 23 o'clock in the middle of the night, which leaves room for negotiations for Getafe. The team had hoped to sell 26-year-old striker Enes Unal to Benfica this summer, get cash and buy. However, the Turkish striker's anterior cruciate ligament injury led to the failure of the transfer, and the transfer budget of this small club is even more limited.

United have agreed to take no loan fee, no commitment to buy out Greenwood and just €1m (£858,000) in wages. In the coming year, Manchester United will bear at least £50,000 of Greenwood's £75,000 weekly salary. This means that Getafe can get a striker who was once valued at 50 million pounds for basically no money, and they decided to take risks and bring in under pressure. Getafe didn't even ask to see United's internal investigation files, insisting that the law had cleared the player of all charges.

The British "Daily Mail" commented that the most unloved club in La Liga, they may think that negative attention is also a good thing. The team officially announced Greenwood's arrival at 22:58 last Friday night. The official statement received more than 30 million views. This is a protagonist treatment that the team has never enjoyed in the past. His English official website originally had only a few hundred fans, but after signing Greenwood, it has now increased to nearly 25,000.

Getafe, of course, were not immune to criticism, with Spain's main charity, the Anna Bella Foundation, lashing out at them for setting a horribly bad example. "Getafe executives should not have hired Greenwood, they should immediately reverse their decision. There is no reason for a public-facing organization like Getafe to take a neutral stance on violence against women, you have to take a moral responsibility. "

But this level of resistance is obviously not the same as the scale of his comeback at Manchester United. If Manchester United decides to reactivate Greenwood, the reaction from the outside world will be like a 17-level typhoon. In contrast, Getafe is only facing a breeze.

Getafe, on the outskirts of Madrid, is a safe place to live, with a low crime rate and a lower cost of living than the Spanish capital. It's quieter there compared to Madrid and their 16,500-capacity Alfonso Perez stadium is rarely filled, so that would give Greenwood a backdrop against which to fight in lesser attention A good stage to prove yourself again.

But Greenwood also faces challenges. He has to leave the greenhouse of the giants and get used to the life and style of play of mid-lower teams that he has never experienced in the past. Statistics show that Getafe averaged only 35% of the ball possession rate last season and fouled more than 20 times. Greenwood may need to learn to be more disciplined, something he has lacked in the past.

A spokesman for Getafe confirmed that the loan agreement also includes a break clause that can be triggered in the January winter transfer window if both parties are not satisfied with the progress of the transfer. This is standard practice on many loan deals and does not mean United plan to recall him mid-season. Even if Greenwood's condition returns to normal. Manchester United insisted on their previous position that the club does not believe that Greenwood can represent the club again, because that would once again put the club in the center of the British media and social media attention storm. Greenwood's No. 11 jersey has been assigned to new aid Hoylund, indicating that he has no place in the team.

But Greenwood will definitely return to Old Trafford after the end of his loan next summer. At that time, Manchester United has one year left on his contract and retains the option to extend it for another year. United will hope that Greenwood is in good form, which will ensure his resale value. Manchester United will pay Greenwood more than 10 million pounds in wages after his accident, and the club at least hopes to earn back this money.

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Did you change your mind about posting art of your other bully characters? If so, could you perhaps give some details about them even without the art?

Asdfghjkl no I didn't. I just take forever to finish a drawing because I'm super anal about everything. I also keep experimenting with new art styles so I'm not completely sure how I want my finished drawings to look like. I was lucky to even post Brandi because if I thought about if for a second more I would've changed my mind and never posted her.

But I'm happy to share some info about my other OCs without any accompanying art if you're really interested. They're all girls because boys drool I have an easier time drawing women and Bullworth needs more female students.

So far I've only provided 3 (with an update to Brandi who I posted like a month ago) because these are my most developed and favorite characters. I hope you appreciate them!

Fiona Montague

Basic Info:

Full name: Fiona Sloane Montague Age: 16-17 Grade: Junior Clique: Preppy Extracurriculars: sideline cheerleading, golf club, Spanish club Skills: ice skating, viola, painting Cultural background: East African ancestry, English Appearance: dark brown eyes, medium length curly brown hair, dark skin, 170 cm Family: Maureen (mother), Lucius (father, deceased), Archibald "Archie" (older brother, deceased), Carlisle (step-father, missing), Noah (younger half-brother)

Bio:

Fiona was born and raised in Richmond, London and grew up as the introverted younger sibling in a British aristocrat family. Tragedy struck when her father and brother died in a car accident, and shortly after her grief-stricken mother remarried, uprooting Fiona to the United States. Facing abuse from her step-father, Fiona found solace in her friendship with Tad Spencer at Bullworth, where she initially struggled to fit in with the American preppy crowd. She's known for her aloof and cynical demeanor and is an accomplished ice skater, pouring her passion into the sport, whether practicing alone or with her partner.

Character Info:

She is the only preppy who is legitimately English and finds their faux accents annoying. When she is hanging alone with Tad she makes him drop the accent.

Her stepfather went missing while on a family vacation to the Amazon.

She loves birds and owns 3 ducklings.

She's lesbian. She's not out but many rumors circle around school about her sexuality due to her lack of interest in dating.

Really wants to kill Mr. Spencer

She feels very guilty about not being able to emotionally connect with her half-brother.

She's very mild-mannered

Meta Info:

Her middle name, Sloane, was what I originally named her, which is a reference to the term "Sloane Ranger"; British slang referring to an upper class Londoner

Initially designed as a goth but I reworked her into a prep. Enoby rolling in her grave rn.

Her original surname was "Regis"

Beverly Grier

Basic Info:

Full name: Beverly Grier Age: 17-18 Grade: Senior Clique: Jock Extracurriculars: sideline cheerleading, competitive cheerleading, yearbook committee Skills: physical fitness specifically gymnastics, dance, surfing, mathematics Cultural background: Mostly Scottish and German ancestry, some Hawaiian ancestry Appearance: grey eyes, long wavy platinum blonde hair, pale skin but usually tanned, 177 cm Family: Claire (mother), Robert (father), Stevie (younger sister)

Bio:

Beverly was raised in Santa Monica amidst wealth and privilege, and she harbored a mean spirit that led her to becoming a quintessential "mean girl". After her parents' divorce, she and her sister were divided, with Beverly placed under her mother's care and relocated to Bullworth a year later when she remarried Derby's father, Mr. Harrington. Initially aligned with the Preppies, she later gravitated toward the Jocks, becoming the team captain of the sideline and competitive cheerleading teams. She took a young Mandy Wiles under her wing and eventually promoted her to captain of the sideline cheer squad and crowning her the new "queen bee".

Character Info:

Does gymnastics and wants to compete in the Olympics

Her little sister is a musical prodigy and excels at wind and string instruments. She's the favorite of her parents which causes Beverly to resent and mistreat her

She believes her mother did not want custody of her, but rather her sister instead

Beverly is really likes to surf and competes in competitions every summer when she visits he father and sister in San Andreas California

Her paternal grandmother is Hawaiian. She learned how to surf from the daughter of her grandmother's best friend

After promoting Mandy, she now serves as the co-captain for the sideline cheer squad

Her mother's marriage to Derby's father lasted 3 years, and he immediately got back together with Derby's mother.

Derby and she did not share any real sibling connection before or after the divorce and he is a bit smitten with her (not like it would matter to him considering his family's marriage customs :P).

Despite joining the Jocks, she's currently on good terms with Derby. It did sting his ego and he was initially very salty about it for a while.

Great friends with Bif and they regularly hang out or go on dates

She sees Mandy as the little sister she always wanted, primarily because she does what she wants

She used to bully Lola a lot until she became a greaser and Johnny and the others started protecting her

Mean girl with no heart of gold. She's an ice queen.

All around horrible person but she can rock bangs

Dina Irving

Basic Info

Full name: Geraldine "Dina" Irving Age: 17-18 years old Grade: Senior Clique: Jock Extracurricular: sideline cheerleading, competitive cheerleading, cooking club, dance team Skills: physical fitness, dance, geology Cultural background: Irish American, African American Appearance: brown eyes, medium length dyed blonde hair, light skin with freckles, 175 cm Family: Jennifer (mother), Michael (father, deceased), Benjamin "Benny" (uncle), Matthew "Matt" (older brother)

Bio: Dina Irving had a challenging upbringing as a child. Being a socially awkward tomboy she faced isolation and endured intense bullying from her peers. However, her life took a significant turn in middle school when Beverly Grier, out of pity and a desire to have a yes-girl, reached out to Dina and transformed her into the girly social butterfly she is today. Under Beverly's guidance, Dina flourished, acquiring popularity among the boys at Bullworth Academy. However, this attention came at a cost, as her eagerness to please others led to a reputation that she was "easy." Despite this perception, Dina longs for genuine connections and a meaningful relationship, yet many of the male students fail to treat her with the respect she deserves and dismiss her as merely a conquest. Despite her clique's arrogant attitude and her admiration of her best friend Beverly, Dina has a kind and gentle nature. Her submissive disposition often puts her at the mercy of others, causing her to prioritize their needs above her own.

Character Info:

She's on the spectrum, specifically diagnosed with Asperger's. Her perceived oddness is what led her to being bullied for most of her childhood.

She likes comics and video games which she keeps a secret from most friends. The nerds sometimes allow her to hang out in their safehouse despite her being a jock.

She and Dan are friends and sometime play video games with each other.

Good friends with Bo as well and they often study together and share notes

Dina is still a bit of a tomboy but she is very afraid of being ostracized again so she keeps up her girly persona.

She is bisexual but doesn't exactly know this yet. She's been on "dates" with girls without realizing they were dates.

Loves geology and has a rock collection which Beverly loathes

Obsessed with the static feeling that comes from CRT TVs and fines it comforting.

Meta Info:

Damon and Bif both have a voice line mentioning a female student who has been with the entire football team and I decided to base Dina around that concept.

"Pretty in Pink" by The Psychedelic Furs was also a big inspiration when creating this character

I used to loved pressing my hands and face against our old CRT TV back when we had one so I incorporated that quirk into her character. I love giving my OCs small fragments of my own personality.

And for here are some minor character updates for my #1 girl Brandi (preppy):

She's a skilled singer, but extremely annoying about it

Is a member of the Glee Club and personally kicked Chad out

She is on both cheerleading teams

Uses Donald as lackey

She's been in a few Broadway productions. They had to cut her mic off one time because she was doing the most

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The Golf Classic

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Woodland Hills is a busy, family-friendly city. With Malibu, Santa Monica, Beverly Hills, and  downtown Los Angeles within 30 minutes, it's perfect! I like Woodland Hills, CA, because of the great restaurants, beautiful parks, plenty of hiking areas, and much more to do in the Valley. Many people who move to Woodland Hills are working in their early 30s. The neighborhood in Woodland Hills, CA, highlights many activities such as swimming at the Woodland Hills Recreation Center, playing golf at the Woodland Hills Country Club, or hiking the Upper Russ Virginia Canyon Open Space Preserve. You can also lead to the Woodland Hills' newest mall, the Westfield Village, for power shopping and craft coffee. The Woodland Hills dining scene is strong, from expensive Warner Center steakhouses to Ventura Boulevard's diverse restaurants. 

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Glenridge Tennis Club in Bel Air, California

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