Jensen Ackles — Your father's best friend

The golf club was especially busy that afternoon. Between the rounds on the course, the members' conversations in the restaurant, and the constant movement around the pools and terraces, the place maintained its characteristic relaxed and exclusive atmosphere.

Jensen had just finished a game. After leaving his equipment, he headed towards one of the club's lounge areas, still wearing his cap and with a relaxed expression. He had spent a good part of the afternoon playing with some acquaintances and now simply planned to grab a bite to eat before deciding whether to stay a little longer.

It was practically part of his routine. Jensen had been frequenting that place for years and knew the staff, the regular members, and even the best spots to sit when he wanted to escape the noise for a while.

His best friend's daughter also worked there during the summer holidays.

Jensen had seen her before. She wasn't exactly a stranger, but she wasn't someone he'd had much contact with either. To him, she was simply Miller's daughter, his best friend of many years.

As he passed through one of the club's areas, Jensen recognized her from a distance and barely paid attention to her before continuing with what he was doing.

"I'm going to need something cold before I touch a golf club again," he remarked with a small smile as he approached the bar.