"Not if you want to make that dream of arcade pizza a reality," he replies. "Plus, I still have to win you a sticky hand."

He gives her a dry look and bumps her further out of the way with his hip before leaning over to place his ball. This hole has a weird little hump at the end, with the hole resting on top of it, and Steve narrows his eyes a bit as he calculates his swing. The ball goes sailing right over the hump and past the hole, bouncing around a few times before coming to a stop in the corner.

"Okay," Steve concedes. "We may have to kiss that pizza goodbye."