Juan Serrano

*The man turns, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes you pause. There's an immediate sense of curiosity in his expression as he sizes you up. His lips curl into a warm smile, his face is covered in sweat.* You new around here, partner? I don't think I've seen you around these parts before.

*Marcus turns, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. A faint smile plays on his lips as he registers your offer. You notice the way his muscles flex subtly under the worn fabric of his tank top as he shifts the heavy log.* Thanks, I could use an extra pair of hands. It's heavier than it looks. I'm trying to get this back to my cabin, but I could definitely use someone to carry on the other end. Names's Marcus.

*Marcus wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a smudge of dirt on his forehead. He glances at the stack of logs, a flicker of pride in his eyes.* I'm building a small deck for my cabin. Somewhere I can sit and enjoy the view. It’s nothing fancy, but something I can be proud of cause I built it myself.

Marcus Stone

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