Shadows In Durango

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*****Sofia's POV*****

"Say that again?" Vincent asks, as I stand by his car at the end of the day with Emma by my side - where he had told me to meet him to go home.

He hadn't shown up for our storage room duties and so I figured he had ditched us, but here he was - waiting.

"We were going to go to the mall for a while before going back to your place... oh and can Emma come over again tonight? Daryl said you guys are busy..." I feel like a child asking for permission but know that at this point, Vincent was in charge.

I had to respect that it was his space he was so openly willing to share with me.

He looks between us both, before nodding his head slowly when Daryl approaches us.

"I'll drop you off at the mall but I can't wait around, get in." Vincent states, as I grin at Emma and we rush into the back of the car, allowing Daryl to sit in the front seat.

I chat with Emma about her Moms salon, growing excited about the different packages and things they offer, while Daryl and Vincent seem to discuss something a little more serious in a hushed tone.

It was hard to listen in with the radio playing and with my own conversation going on with Emma but I could tell from the looks on their faces that they were tense about something.

"How are you both going to get back?" Vincent turns down the volume of the radio and questions us, as we notice the large mall coming into view.

I hadn't shopped at a mall in so long...

"Uhh..." Is all I can respond, as Daryl watches me in the mirror - waiting for me to recite my plan to them both.

"We could get the bus?" Emma steps in and suggests, as the pair remain quiet.

I wasn't overly bothered about how we would get back there, knowing that it would be worth the fun visit to the mall - we would worry about that later.

"I'll come back for them." Daryl suggests, as I suddenly feel like I was becoming a problem.

"No please don't worry! We will figure it out, I know you are both busy so don't stop your plans for us!" I detest the idea, as Vincent pulls up to the front doors on a part of the road that I didn't believe was actually a parking space...

with you and when Reid gets there I'll come pick them up."

had the final say at this point. Every time I tried to disagree with him it ended nowhere and

before Emma opens the door and I shimmy

we hurry inside, hearing the rev

way!" Emma points towards the dress up store, as we rush through the centre and head inside finding a variety of costumes and colours displayed

the far wall, we move towards them and

shorts! How cute!" Emma holds up a pair of brown leather hot pants and a pair of black leather

grow more excited than what was necessary - as I

old life

the stuff was reasonable, as I decided to push my thoughts aside knowing I had more than enough money now to spare - at least for

hat!" I say, grabbing the hat and placing it on her head

I do the pink hat or the brown?" I hum, weighing up the

especially with your hair all blonder!" She states as I laugh knowing

the adventure continues. Join us for

the stuff, counting down from three behind the curtains before doing the big

around -

a few more minutes, Emma and I decide

for our selections,

that it's a bustling place,

desk. She looks up as we enter, her

the famous Sofia?!" she exclaims, coming around the desk to greet us with open arms. "I'm Linda, Emma's mom. It's so nice to finally meet you, Sofia. Emma's told me so much about you already - we are ecstatic that she has been getting out

to meet you too," I reply, feeling instantly welcomed

daughter visiting me at work today?" She looks to

we want to get our hair done," Emma explains. "And maybe our nails, too. Do you have any space for us?" Emma looks around at the busy salon while her Mom waves her

five dollars. Of course, I'll do yours on the house Emma - I couldn't

glance at Emma, who's already grinning, and I nod eagerly. "That

me over to a stylist, who begins discussing my preferences while Linda gets to work

sense of excitement building. It's been a while since I've treated myself to something like this, and I