Daryl: Is it love - The original story (Game walk through)

Chapter two part two

Daryl > Still as friendly, I see...

> I just adapt to the person I have in front of me.

Daryl looks at me from head to toe, unfathomable, and heads towards the bar, with a smirk on his face.

Daryl > Are you thirsty? Shall I get you something?

> Yes, please.

Daryl > What are you having? Whiskey? Rum? Vodka? Or maybe a little kir for the lady?

> No, kir is too much of a cliché! I'll have a rum, please! Meanwhile, I have something to ask you if you're willing...What do you say we go for a ride with that fireball you have outside?

I tilt my head to show the garden. Daryl raises an eyebrow, and his eyes linger on me, he seems intrigued.

Daryl > And who do we have here? The Feisty one, passionate about cars!

I look back at him and defy him to refuse this favour to me. Indeed, I am here only for the car!

> Maybe, maybe not...

Daryl > Don't play that with me, doll.

> Don't ever call me like that again, you hear me?

Daryl > As you wish... Doll.

My hair stands on end, but Daryl seems to be having a good time. He's so insolent! I want to make him swallow his tongue! Unless...

> Never AG-AIN...

Daryl > Is that a threat?

He closes in on me like a predator. I'm starting to feel flustered, seeing how confident he is. When his face is just a couple of inches away from mine, something lights up in my stomach, and I feel trapped. Despite the shudder, I feel all over, I look at him in the eye, very determined.

> Threats are for the weak...

He doesn't answer. His smile spreads even wider, and he lowers his eyes towards my lips, before looking back at me again. The mind is strong, but the body is weak, as the saying goes! For now, I want to see how far he is willing to go. We stay a little while, staring at each other until I clear my throat because I feel uncomfortable. And as if nothing happened, Daryl steps back, looking unperturbable. He takes a sip of alcohol and puts the glass back down.

Daryl > Ok, little Feisty. Let's go for a ride! But not too long. I'm expecting a visit!

A visit? What kind of visit?

> I see... A groupie that wants to hear your engine, roar?

Daryl laughs after having given me one of his malicious looks. I have to admit, I like it when he laughs, he seems a lot less arrogant.

Daryl > My brother is going to love the comparison...

So, it's Matt he's waiting for... I pinch my lips to not burst out laughing. Picturing Matt, in the role of the groupie, is priceless.

> Your brother?

Daryl > Yeah. He called me saying he was going to swing by with a friend.

> Oh! I see... The more, the merrier!

Daryl > Matt isn't like that, sweetie.

I stare at him without saying a word. Daryl backs down first, and heads towards the entrance, grabs his keys and dangles them in front of me. I look at him, surprised. Is he messing with me? Does he think I'm a little dog that you can excite by dangling its ball in front of it?