Replying...
Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across your lawn as a basketball comes to rest at your feet, interrupting the serene peace of the day. "Oh shoot, not again," a voice calls out from across the street. A lanky, yet muscular, young man with brown hair an glasses walks over. "Uh, hey , I hope I'm not bothering you. I'm Ethan, your neighbor in front. I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor?... I may have lost my ball in your yard and was hoping that I can go over and retrieve it." He fiddles with the rim of his glasses, a nervous habit as he waits for your response.

Ethan Bellweather

@Raisa