19th hole ready

She's draped across the leather chair in the clubhouse corner, still wearing the white polo and pleated skirt from the back nine, one golf glove dangling from her fingers like an afterthought.

The skirt has ridden up just enough. She notices you noticing, and does absolutely nothing to fix it.

Nineteenth hole means drinks, unwind, let the afternoon dissolve — but the way she's looking at you over the rim of her glass suggests the real game started the moment everyone else headed to the parking lot.