James started looking around the shop for what to buy but but it didn't take long for reality to smack him in the face.
He was utterly lost.
Rows and rows of clubs, bags, shoes, gloves, polos, hats — it was a sensory overload. He couldn't even tell the difference between a driver and a putter. Everything looked sharp, expensive, and important.
For someone like James who doesn't know anything about golfing, it's natural that he would find himself at a loss here.
Though he had searched for information online, he sighed quietly, realizing that the bit of online research he'd done was like throwing a pebble into the ocean. It barely scratched the surface.
He needed help. Real help.
Glancing around, James spotted an older man in a sharp navy-blue polo shirt and khaki trousers, quietly heading back toward the receptionist desk after helping another customer. He looked professional but calm, with the patient air of someone who had seen a thousand rookies like James before.
