"Dad!" Nolan greeted his father as he joined him at the teeing area. "Well, this is interesting." He commented, watching his father swing and hit the ball.
As far as he could remember, his father never liked golf. So, he had never expected to see him in a polo, trousers, golf shoes, a cap, and dark sunglasses. What was more striking was the tan on his father's fair skin. Clearly, Victor Maxwell was enjoying his new pursuit.
"And when did you learn how to play golf?" He asked, surprised to see his father at a golf course. "But honestly, it suits you." Seeing the change in his father's energy. "You look livelier."
He grabbed his father's brand-new driver club and pretended to hit an imaginary golf ball. Then, he touched the brim of his hat, shielding his face from the bright rays of the sun. Then, his eyes turned to the clear, blue sky before looking beyond the trees and the fairway.
