Shadows In Durango

Chapter 64

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

Luckily Vincent had apparently jumped out to 'sort some serious problems' which made the fact that I was going for lunch with Daryl a little less awkward to announce.

Although I had wanted to give Daryl a fair chance, I didn't want to make Vincent feel abandoned after what we did together either. Ugh - the stress of it all! Why was I suddenly trying to balance two grown ass boys in my life? I would have never seen this coming!

I currently sat in the car with Daryl, leaving Emma behind to hang out with Reid a little today. He had agreed to take her back home before school tomorrow too which meant that unlike last night, I wouldn't have her waiting for me by the time I get home to help ease my worries.

"This place is good for lunch." I turn my head to find where Daryl had pointed, nodding and trusting his word as he swings into an empty parking spot just outside.

As we step out of the car on to the pavement, the sweet aroma of fresh bread and coffee wafts through the air, momentarily easing my doubts about our lunch date.

We find a table outside, shaded by a large umbrella, as the waitress spots us and motions over that she would only be a moment. The ambiance is charming, with flowers surrounding the tables all in full bloom with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves.

As promised, the waitress quickly appears with menus, and after a brief glance, we both order -Daryl choosing a classic club sandwich while I opt for a grilled chicken salad. As the waitress leaves, an awkward silence settles between us.

"So then, I hear that Vin had you skipping work last night to go on your date? Bet you were glad about that at least..." Daryl states, as I force out a dry laugh at his words.

I wish he wasn't bringing my date with Vincent back up again, but I guessed there was little ways of avoiding the topic fully...

"Yeah, I guess, but I do enjoy working at the bar though." I admit, feeling bad that I must've left Tito short last night by not turning up.

It was a good thing that Vincent owned the place or I would probably be sacked for skipping a shift...

hear. I think Tito likes having you

talk, which I could pin point

clear things up would be to attempt to

that thought, I finally take a deep breath,

you," I start, feeling my heart begin to pound in my chest. "I'm still really trying to figure things out - especially my feelings. With you, with Vincent... I don't want to hurt anyone either. You have both helped me so much since I came to town and are good to me in your own unique ways, I just feel

I've made things worse, but then he sighs and leans forward, resting

he says quietly. "I've liked you for a while now, and I was... surprised when you went out with Vincent after how he had blown up at you for going out to that bar the night before. But I do understand, he's a charmer at the best of times. I guess all you can do is give it time before you make a final choice..." Daryl sighs, and I am immediately thankful for

just... I want to be fair to everyone, including myself. I enjoy both of your company if I'm being totally honest and living with you both won't help make things easier either!" I grumble the last part, earning a rich laugh from him

and living with you both won't help make things easier

is where the adventure continues. Join us for

feeling a bit

Vincent would have the same outlook if I was to have this very conversation with him,

as a distraction to my clouded thoughts with our orders, and the aroma of grilled chicken and freshly

at school involving a couple

thing was definitely

dissipates, replaced

it's great that you're being honest about how you feel. Not everyone can

make sure I'm being true to myself

he says, giving

our meal, and as we sip up the remains of our drinks, I notice how relaxed Daryl seems now. The awkwardness from earlier had definitely melted away, leaving behind a genuine connection between us. It's in these moments that I realise how much I really did value his friendship and support... but whether or

plan for the rest of the