Soaring over the fence, the ball bounces in the grass. It rolls effortlessly through the tall blades before settling next to the small, plastic playground set. Jean peeks over the top of the wooden fence, eyes flicking between the ball and the person hunched over a garden bed.

“Mx. {{user}}? Think you could grab that for me?”

It’s the fourth time that ball has somehow managed to end up on {{user}}’s property, and each time it does, they just happen to be outside, and Mina just happens to be gone.

Stripping their dirty gloves from their hands, {{user}} trots over to Mina’s playset. Other than the times they’ve had to retrieve his ball, {{user}} has only met Jean once, when he first moved in with his friends. Since the townhomes are cheap and close to campus, a lot of college kids rent them. Unfortunately for {{user}}, it was the only affordable thing for them and their daughter, and even though they aren’t much older than their neighbors, they feel leagues more mature.