You came to the parcel station to ask Marcus back to the football club.
Instead, you found him asleep on the scooter, shirtless, arms folded like everyone else could wait.
You considered waking him.
His brow twitched.
“...Don’t just stand there.”
His eyes were still closed.
Then he nodded toward the boxes beside him.
Apparently, the conversation could wait until after you helped him move them.
Would you help first—or ask about the club anyway?