Shadows In Durango

Chapter 63

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

Last night I had fallen asleep with Emma by my side which had seriously helped to relieve any anxiety that I still had after my date with Vincent.

Waking up before Emma for a change, I head straight for a shower and to dress.

I next head downstairs to see if I could make myself a coffee with Vincent's fancy machine that I had watched the others use many of times before now - always wondering if I could attempt to make my own.

Finding nobody around, I grab a mug, before standing before the luxurious machine, its gold spouts and coffee pods teasing my curiosity.

Humming a song as I fiddled around and put the pod into what I had hoped was the right part of the machine, I hadn't even heard someone enter the kitchen from behind me until:

"Beat me to it today huh?" I shriek and turn on my heels to find Daryl, his tired eyes and lazy smirk putting me a little at ease.

At least he didn't seem too pissed off about my date with Vincent...

"Want me to show you how it works?" He offers, as I nod slowly and watch him approach.

Opening up another part of the machine, he removes my pod and swaps its location with a chuckle - causing me to mutter under my breath since I had been almost certain that I had it in the right slot before he proceeds to check the water level - finding that it was full.

He then turns it on at the side, bringing a little screen to life with options of how I want the coffee to be made - making it more straight forward than I even knew.

"Ooooh, iced?!" I point to the one that I wanted to try, enjoying cold brews as he nods and selects it, placing my cup under the spout.

The machine jumps to life, before a little flap opens and drops crushed ice down before the coffee itself pours into the mix.

confirms, handing me the finished result as

help but feel bad for

we had a spark, but I wasn't totally sure if he wanted something serious or not - especially

in my mind - we weren't together. I'm single. I can

date with Vin go?" Daryl turns towards me, motioning for me to pass the milk across to him which

nice." I confirm, as Daryl all but pours the white liquid in to his cup and stops to mix

felt tense around him until this moment right now, it was strange. Hopefully I hadn't actually upset him because that wasn't my

takes a sip of his coffee, eyes never leaving mine. "Nice, huh?" he repeats, his voice laced with an emotion to

my discomfort by taking a sip of my own coffee. The cold brew is delicious, but it does little to calm the turmoil bulldozing through

he asks, leaning against

he already know about what I did? I hadn't checked my phone this morning to see if Vincent had gotten my text last night...

we did together only to rub it in? But I would like to believe that he would have a little more respect

dinner before sucking his best-friend off in his car! My first date with Daryl had been ice cream and a kiss, which was magical in its own right, but compared to my time

nice dinner and then came back home," I say with a forced casualness,

of his coffee. I can't tell if he knows or not,

us, filled with unspoken words and

plans for today? Last free day of the weekend before school tomorrow!" I ask, hoping

stuff. I'll maybe hit the gym later to let off some steam." He pauses, then adds, "What about

steam... maybe he does know and he's

going to wait til Emma wakes up, then see what she's doing, but we could maybe grab lunch or something if you wanted?" I suggest suddenly, feeling the guilt eat through me knowing that I didn't want to completely bomb out any chance

what I wanted

"Yeah, that sounds good," he says,

eases slightly, and I can't help but feel relieved. Maybe things won't be as awkward as

to you, and maybe explain some more things about my past to help you understand me a little better - if you would be willing to listen?" I test, as Daryl seems

It didn't feel right that I had opened up so much to Vincent when Daryl was left in the