But charged.
The younger man took a step forward. “You got a problem, buddy?”
Marcus met his eyes.
“No,” he said. “I’ve got a kid at home and a long day behind me. I just don’t like watching three grown men lean on one person over a mistake.”
The diner quieted—not completely, but enough that the edges of conversation softened. People were listening now.
That mattered.
The second man adjusted his cufflinks, as if deciding whether Marcus was worth the effort.
“You should sit down,” he said coolly. “Before you involve yourself in something that doesn’t concern your… situation.”
There it was.
Not just dismissal.
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