Different Worlds (wlw) Editing

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"Tell me about yourself, I think you owe me that by now," I requested, staring directly at Raye as we sat across from each other. She took us to a bar I never knew existed on this side of the city; it was nice. The vibe about the place was somewhat mellow, the interior had a vintage type style infused with some modern touches. The music in the background wasn't overpowering, so you didn't have to raise your voice to speak to whomever you were there with.

Raye made sure that we got a table away from most of the crowd that seemed reserved for those who wanted exactly what we wanted in a setting, privacy.

She grinned at my question and it caught me a little off guard and I couldn't help but ogle at her.
"What would you like to know, Brie?"

"Everything. Everything you're willing to share," I said and she sat back in her seat and folded her arms.

"Alright, ask your questions."

"How old are you?" I inquired and she smiled.

"My, my Brie, didn't your mother ever told you never to ask a woman her age?" Raye teased.

"I'm a woman, so it's fine,"

"Ahh, I see. If you're worried that I'm younger than you, I'm not. I'm twenty-four, I'll be twenty-five in a few months." She said and my assumption from a while ago was right, she was around my age. "What about you?"

"Don't you already know?"

"No, I don't, I'm not psychic," Raye answered and took a drink from her mug of beer.

"Well, I turned twenty-four a few months ago."

"That's cute," she replied and I blushed at the intensity in her gaze—the brown in her eyes was like a warm pool of honey, even in the foggy lighting it looked nice.

"Any more questions or is that all?"

"No, tell me more about yourself, things your willing to share, family, interests? I don't want to ask questions that you may never want to answer."

"Why would I not want to discuss things about my personal life with you?" She asked and I shrugged. "I guess in my mind you'd want to keep a few things private."

"Well," She exhaled and I could see her contemplate for some seconds, she was wavering on what would be acceptable to say.

"I'm an only child. I grew up in a big family, one who has always been affiliated with the lifestyle I live. My grandfather and his father were both leaders of the mafia before my uncle took over. My parents died when I was little, my mother of cancer and my father, well, my father made friends with the wrong group of people."

"God, I'm sorry," I replied leaning forward, sympathizing with her by placing my hand on hers. Her skin was warm and supple beneath my touch and something about holding her felt right. I left my hand there for a while when I realized she didn't try to pull away from me and before I knew it we were making eye contact. There wasn't anything discernible there, I thought taking a peek into the windows of her soul but I knew mine gave a shitload away. Whenever I found someone appealing in any sense, my eyes would sparkle with so many things; complete interest and admiration would be dancing like lovers and I could tell that at that point it was what Raye saw.

"Tell me about you?" She questioned breaking the silence and I blinked, snapping from my train of thought I realized we were staring at each other like two lovestruck teenagers for some time. Clearing my throat and slowly moving my hand from hers I felt the heat rise in my cheeks.

"My life is completely different when compared to yours. I grew up with three siblings and I'm the youngest. My family isn't that large and they're somewhat religious. My parents are alive and strangely both their parents too. They don't live a life of crime, no offence." I said. I had to say it because I had no idea how candid I was allowed to be around her but she chuckled, casually brushing my words off with a gesture of her hand. "It's, fine. I understand that not everyone's like my family."