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.

as much milk as you want." Daryl confirms, handing me the finished result as I beam at him and move to retrieve it from

his own morning coffee, I can't help but feel bad for what I

wasn't totally sure if he wanted something serious or not - especially after he had kissed that ex of his at the party that one time... I don't

can experiment and figure it out

the milk across to him which I do so with a heavy gulp. This

as Daryl all but pours the white liquid in

him until this moment right now, it was strange. Hopefully I hadn't actually upset

of his coffee, eyes never leaving mine. "Nice, huh?" he repeats, his voice laced with an emotion to which I can't quite place. Is it curiosity? Disappointment? Jealousy

coffee. The cold brew is delicious, but it

you two get up to then?" he asks,

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

But I would like to believe that

ice cream and a kiss, which was magical in its own right, but compared to my time with Vincent -

then came back home," I say with a forced casualness, hoping that he wouldn't press me

he simply nods and takes another sip of his coffee. I can't tell if he knows or not,

stretches between us, filled with unspoken words and lingering

subject. "So, any plans for today? Last free day of the weekend before school tomorrow!" I ask, hoping to steer the conversation away from my date with

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

maybe he does know and he's pissed off

lunch or something

what

that sounds good," he says, a

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

talk to you, and maybe explain some more things about my past to help you understand me a little better

that I had opened up so much to