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

Chapter two part five

> I owe you an apology, I think. And also, thanks.

Daryl > We'll see about that later.

I let out a deep sigh. Apparently, he reads me like an open book. Yes, she did annoy me!

Daryl > Can you wait for me here? I'll just be a minute.

> OK.

He goes back to the house after glancing back at me one last time. A few seconds later, I see the bimbo storm out, obviously angry. She looks at me disdainfully before crossing the garden and out through the gate. I follow her with my eyes, showing no emotion when in fact I'm ecstatic inside! Ciao Bella! Take a ticket next time!

Daryl > Come on, let's go.

I jump, startled. I was so busy watching the other idiot that I didn't hear Daryl come over.

> Where to?

Daryl > I'm taking you home.

Daryl suddenly looks at me mischievously and shakes his keys at me. I poke my tongue out at him. He doesn't respond and goes around the car to the driver's door. I go to the other side, sensing that the tension between us has dissipated. I lean down on the Lamborghini's roof and take a second, bending my head forward. I'm on edge. All this has turned my brain inside out. I need to take a minute before I get in the car.

Daryl > Hey.

Daryl comes around to my side to see what's the matter. There's no aggressiveness in his voice. It's almost soft and gentle. I look up at him and surprised by what I see in his eyes. It looks like compassion.

Daryl > Are you okay?

> I'm fine. I'm just tired.

He doesn't say anything. I stand straight again and step to one side so that Daryl can open the door for me. I get into the passenger seat, much less excited than earlier. Daryl gets behind the wheel and looks at me.

Daryl > You're worried about your brother, aren't you?

> Yeah, I worry about him all the time. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him. He's my little brother. It's normal for me to worry.

Daryl > I see.

> I'd do anything for him. And that son of a bitch isn't gonna scare me away!

Daryl > Giorgio Maccini. Don't call him like that. I doubt he'd appreciate his mother called a bitch.

> Sorry, I'm on edge. I know, it's not a very elegant term, but it's the only word that comes to mind right now.

Daryl > Yeah, I understand. I think I'd react the same way if he went after my brother.

I knew it! Despite the show they put on tonight, I was sure that those two were close.

Daryl > Buckle up, Feisty. I don't want Matt to beat me up if you break a nail on the way. I'm taking you home.

I put on my seat belt and lean back in the seat, completely worn out. Daryl starts up, and the engine gently purrs. I love that noise. It almost sounds like a lullaby, rocking me to sleep. I turn to Daryl and say to him straight out:

> I'm sorry about what happened, Daryl. It was stupid and childish.

Daryl > Am I dreaming, or did you just apologize?

> Not completely! I do have my pride.

I wink at him.

> It's cool that you're helping me. Thank you. I won't forget it.