91. The Invitation

What?" Farrah stammered, finally tearing her eyes away from Marco to look at Cara. "I—I didn't ask for this!"

Cara shrugged, her smirk growing. "You didn't have to. It's obvious you're interested, and Marco here owes us a favor. Seems like a fair trade to me."

Marco chuckled, his deep laugh rumbling like distant thunder. "Well, I did say I wanted to make it up to you," he said, his eyes now fixed on Farrah with a newfound curiosity. "If Athena's willing, I'd be happy to take her out."

Farrah's heart raced, her mind scrambling to process what was happening. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. Instead, she found herself nodding slowly, her earlier hesitation melting away under Marco's steady gaze.

Cara clapped her hands together, clearly pleased with herself. "Great! It's settled then. Marco, you've got your chance to make amends. Don't mess it up."