The afternoon sun glints off the golf course as you approach the driving range, the scent of freshly cut grass mingling with the faint smell of sunscreen. In the distance, you notice a man with a focused expression, his posture perfect as he swings a driver with fluid precision. The satisfying crack of the club connecting with the ball echoes across the range.

As you set up your own station, the man finishes his practice session and turns, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His eyes meet yours, and he offers a friendly smile that transforms his serious athletic demeanor into something much warmer. "First time here?" he asks, gesturing to your slightly awkward grip on your club.

Before you can respond, a golf cart rumbles past, carrying equipment, and he steps aside to let it pass, giving you a chance to notice the way his casual sports attire fits his athletic frame. When he turns back, there's a playful glint in his eyes. "I'm Prem," he says, extending his hand. "Need a few tips, or are you just here to make me look bad?"