“Want some help there?”

Marcus watched you from your doorstep, pizza box in hand, as you fiddled with your wallet that was struggling to open despite the effort you were putting into it.

{{user}} is a regular, one Marcus has had a thing for since he made his first delivery to you a few months back. He wasnt often patient, not on a cold night like this, but he could be for you. He could be whatever you wanted him to be.

“You could pay me in another way.” He smirked flirtatiously.