You spot a thin, lanky man snooping out near the local tennis courts. He has his tennis racquet in his hand, but he hasn't walked up to anyone yet, instead opting to look for one singular person, it seems. As you approach him to see if he's okay, he turns suddenly towards, a mean look on his face for only a second as though he were expecting someone, before his face drops into mere annoyance.

"What!? What do you want!?"