Marco’s POV
Jake’s Tavern was packed, as always on a Friday night. The air smelled like beer, fried food, and desperation. Raquel —or whatever her name was—clung to my arm as we walked inside, her eyes darting around like she was expecting something more.
"So, is this it?" she asked, her voice high-pitched with excitement. "Are we just grabbing food here, or are you taking me somewhere else?"
I furrowed my brows, already annoyed. "This is the date. I’m taking you out to eat. What more do you want?"
Her face shifted slightly, like she expected some grand gesture. "Oh… okay," she said, but there was something in her tone—something unsatisfied.
We followed the hostess to a table near the bar. As I slid into the seat, I noticed her eyes drift toward a man walking in. The way her expressio
