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

at his back as he makes his own morning coffee, I can't help but feel bad for what I had

arrived in town, and I was certain we had a spark, but I wasn't totally sure if he wanted something serious or not - especially after he had kissed that

I'm single. I can experiment and figure it out

towards me, motioning for me to pass the milk across to

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

was strange. Hopefully I hadn't actually

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

hide my discomfort by taking a sip of my own coffee. The cold brew

then?" he asks,

morning to see if Vincent had

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

first date with Daryl had been ice cream and a kiss, which was magical in its own right, but compared to

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

of his coffee. I can't tell if he knows or not, which is what was killing me the

us, filled with unspoken words and lingering

of the weekend before school

maybe hit the gym later to let off some steam." He

he does know and

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

know what

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

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

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

the most caring and understanding between Vincent and him. It didn't feel right that I had opened up so much to Vincent when Daryl was left in the dark about who I was and