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.

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

as he makes his own morning coffee, I can't help but feel bad

since I arrived in town, and I was certain we had a spark, but I wasn't totally sure if he wanted something

weren't together. I'm single. I can experiment and figure it out for myself, it's all

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

confirm, as Daryl all but pours the white liquid in to his cup and stops to mix it together with a

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

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

coffee. The cold brew is delicious, but it does little to calm the turmoil

then?" he asks, leaning against the counter, his gaze

this morning to see if Vincent

only to rub it in? But I would like to believe that he would

been ice cream and a kiss, which was magical in its own right, but compared to my time with Vincent - the dates were horrific to even

we just got some nice dinner and then came back home," I say with

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

us, filled

breath, deciding to change the subject. "So, any plans for today? Last free day of the weekend before school tomorrow!" I ask, hoping to steer the conversation

"Not really. Just the usual stuff. I'll maybe hit the gym later to let off some steam." He pauses, then adds, "What about

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

lunch or something if you

what

a hint of surprise. "Yeah, that sounds good," he says, a small smile playing on his lips.

but feel relieved. Maybe things won't be as awkward

help you understand me a little better - if you would be willing to listen?" I test, as Daryl seems

him to know everything, especially since he had always been the most caring and understanding between Vincent and him. It didn't feel right that