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." Daryl tells Vincent who seems to

both done." Vincent tells me, as we all knew he had the final say at this point. Every time I tried to disagree with him it ended nowhere

chime, before Emma opens the door and I shimmy out of her

the rev of Vincent's fancy car taking off in

dress up store, as we rush through the centre and head inside finding a

the cowboy boots on the far wall, we move towards them and find the

a pair of brown leather hot pants and

sparkly waistcoat style crop tops we grow more excited than what was necessary - as I lost it for a split second and almost forgot to

into my old life style, my careless

decided to push my thoughts aside knowing I had more than enough money now to spare - at least for one day! "I'll take the black

with the black cowboy hat!" I say, grabbing the hat and placing

pink sparkly waistcoat! Should I do

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

the adventure continues. Join us for

the dressing rooms to try on the stuff, counting down

when seeing one another, we laugh and prance around -

dressing room for a few more minutes, Emma and I decide to purchase our

head to the checkout, pay for our selections,

glass windows that it's a bustling place, filled with

and a big smile is at the reception desk. She looks up as we enter, her eyes lighting up when she

Linda, Emma's mom. It's so nice to finally meet you, Sofia. Emma's told me so much about you

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

I owe the pleasure of my daughter visiting me at work

Emma explains. "And maybe our nails, too. Do you have

even wider. "Absolutely! For you two, I have just the thing. We've got a special package deal for hair and nails for seventy five dollars. Of course, I'll do yours on the house Emma - I couldn't dare to charge my own daughter - and I can give you

who's already grinning, and I nod eagerly. "That sounds

get started," Linda says, guiding us to a couple of empty chairs at the back. She hands me over to a stylist, who begins discussing my preferences while Linda gets to work on Sofia knowing already what she wanted. Emma opts for a trim

on me, I feel a sense of excitement building. It's been a while since I've treated myself to