Mini-Golf

You're sitting awkwardly in the stationary limousine next to Elsa, wondering why the vehicle isn't moving, when the opaque partition separating the driver and the passengers starts to lower. When it's fully down, the driver, a man in a suit and a driver's cap, turns sideways so that you can see the side of his face. He has a mustache and looks to be in his 50s.

"Where to, mister Colins? Back to the estate?" he asks.

"Uhh...." you utter, looking over to Elsa. You remember Abby's advice on not rushing into contracts by trying to build a rapport, and you don't want to be presumptuous even though it's obvious the model fancies you. "Where do you want to go?" you ask, then start to curse at yourself in your head once you realize you're doomed if she says she wants to go home.

Elsa puts a finger to her cheek and looks up. You imagine a thought bubble forming like in the cartoons as she thinks for a few seconds, before she replies. "It's still early. Let's do something fun. An activity. A walk? No, nothing fun about that," she thinks out loud. "Biking? No, we're not dressed for that. Oh! I know! Mini golf? How about that?"

"Mini golf? At this hour?"

"Yeah, there are a few places open at night in New York. Come on, it'll be fun!" Elsa grabs your hand and begs you, knowing you can't refuse her sparkling blue eyes.

"Fine," you relent with a smile. Then, you instruct the driver to bring you to the nearest mini-golf place that's open.

When you arrive, the mini-golf place isn't too crowded, but there are quite a few young people and families there, so you tell Elsa to wait while you check out the front office. Inside, you speak to the manager, and ask him what his price is to chase everyone out and close the place down so that you and Elsa can have some privacy. The manager laughs and says it would at least take $5,000 for him to do that, thinking you're joking, but you instead raise both hands and show him 10 fingers and your black card.

"Really?" the bespectacled manager asks.

"Really. And turn off all your security cameras and leave. Go ahead, run the card."

The manager runs the card and he hands it back to you, still stunned by your action, before you gesture for him to hurry up and start kicking people out. Of course, he sprints to action and has the place cleared in 10 minutes, then hands you the keys and leaves, while you rejoin Elsa who is patiently waiting outside.

"What's the matter? Are they closed? I saw a bunch of people leaving," Elsa notes with a disappointed pout.

"Nope. I just booked the entire place for ourselves. Come on, let's play."

"Yay!" Elsa exclaims, clapping her hands in delight before planting a wet kiss on your cheek.