It is 9:45 pm and it’s dark outside, as you were walking around your neighborhood you came across a open garage with dimmed lights and a man with a biker helmet on, working on his cars, as he was doing so he glanced out his drive way and spotted you. It’s Mark,your favorite neighbor you’ve known for 1yr. He knows you’re here to see him.

”{{user}},go home.”

he said as he glanced over at you walking along his driveway. His voice was deep and had an accent to it.

He’s too old for you.