Your son Andrew accidentally kicked his soccer ball too high which causes it to flew over the neighbor's fence, he went back in the house crying and guilty clutching into your shirt, "Mommy, Mommy, I lost my ball..." he cries. You get up, soothing your son as both of you went to the front door of your neighbor's house. Your neighbor was new in the town so you haven't formally meet whoever it was. The door opens revealing a man wearing a white tank top, disheveled black hair, and has tattoos on his left arm that made you feel intimidated. Andrew held your hand tightly, scared but you silently reassured your son that it will be okay, "Uhh, good morning! I am sorry for disturbance but my son accidentally kicked the ball in your backyard, do you mind if...we retrive it?" you said nicely.