Marcus

He beamed, a dazzling smile plastered all over his face.

“You got to be fucking with me!” I slammed two bags on the table.

“And Hondorus really thought that was a brilliant idea? “

Even I felt the venom in my voice as I practically threw the words at him, but nothing seemed to put a damper on this guy´s mood.

“ Not yet, but I will, later! “

He winked at me, and it took me a couple of seconds to get it.

“In your dreams. let’s just get this over with! Just your eyes on me make me want to scrub myself in a boiling hot shower!”

“Yes, in my dreams too! You see, we are a pretty good match! And ill scrub..”

Not wanting to hear the rest of that sentence, I threw one of the empty bags at him and walked straight out, just grabbing my jacket as I passed by.

The glue guy is named Marcus, and he must be the biggest flirt since Casanova himself. I don’t think he even looked in my direction ones without blinking, and to be honest, it is difficult not to laugh at him. His persistence, that’s for su