A World Without Sun discussion

"What is it?"

"What is what?" She asked, playing dumb.

"You know. What's your problem with wine?"

She but the inside of her cheek, "promise not to get mad?"

He nodded. "I promise."

Yula nodded, "when Mario and I dated, we had wine with ever dinner.. That's all.."

Brogan raised his eyebrows. "You two actually dated?"

She sighed and nodded, "ya.. His family took me in when I was little.. And I kinda liked him and he liked me too.. We dated for about a year.."

He shook his head. "That... seems... weird."

She looked at him funny, "I thought it was fate, Brogan.. It's not wired.."

"But you two practically lived together."

"Can we not talk about this?" She asked and sipped the wine.

He blushed and nodded. "Sorry. So, how are the twins?"

She picked at her food, "their fine.."

He squeezed her hand lightly. "You okay?"

She nodded, "I'm fine.. Their fine.. Were all fine.."

He looked concerned but kept eating.

Yula sighed heavily, relaxing herself, then started eating.

Brogan watched her, but in a way she wouldn't notice.

Every time she sipped her wine, she thought about Mario. She tried suppressing the memories, but there was to meany..

He stood up abruptly. "I'm going to the bathroom," he told her, and went to that area. He couldn't help but read her mind and all he found was Mario. Saying it made him mad was an understatement.

Yula sighed and tried not to cry, "get out of my head!" She whispered.

He tapped his thigh, trying his best to block it. You're practically yelling it at me, he told her.

She sighed, sorry.. I wasn't talking to you.. Can you get Mario out of my head.. Please? she mentally begged.

He laughed sourly. Only you can do that, he growled.

I'm trying.. Please come back.. she looked at the waiter and ordered something else to drink.

Brogan shook his head even though she couldn't see. Not now.

She sighed. She totally ruined their nice date... maybe going threw all the memories will help? I could look for a flaw in each..? she thought to herself.

Don't ask me.

The waiter gave her the drink she'd ordered and slipped her a paper with his number on it.

Yula blushed and looked at the number, then the waiter, "umm.. Thanks.."

He winked at her and left.

Brogan came back and plucked the number from her hands.

Yula looked at him and raised her hands, "I didn't ask for it, I swear!"

He glared at the waiter's back. "I know."

Yula bit her lip and looked over Brogan's face, "I love you.."

He looked over at her and smiled. "I love you too."

She smiled, feeling relieved. She sipped her fruity alcoholic drink.

Brogan sighed. "I sometimes with you were ugly so no one would look at you."

Yula laughed, "wow, thanks," she smiled softly at him, "but my pretty face is only for you. Same with my amazing body," she winked at him.

He grinned at her. "It had better."

She grinned and nodded. She held up her drink as if making a toast, "to our love?"

"And everyone it affects," he added, mimicking her.

She smiled and tapped her glass against his before taking a sip.

He winked at her before sipping it. "French," he mumbled to himself.

Yula looked at him confused, "hmm?"

Brogan blushed. "I know my wine. This is French. Not quite sure of the year. Probably between 2000 and 2005."

She giggled, "fancy."

He blushed more. "People always teased me. Said it was girly."

Yula shook her head, "I like a guy who knows his wine."

He grinned. "Good."

She smiled and went back to eating.