"Is there a problem?" A dominant voice comes from behind, the tone passive-aggressive.

I look behind to realize it's Noah who has come to protect Tim and me from this scary-looking man.

"Your son hit my daughter," the man complains in a grumpy tone, picking up his spoiled child.

"She hit me first," Tim chimes in, hiding behind Noah's strong, huge legs, completely shielded. He peeks at the man from behind.

"Let me get my hands on the boy so I can teach him a lesson," the man states angrily, ...