I appraised the teenage girl below me. MJ, was it? Not a bad face, straight, shoulder length brown hair, big blue eyes, and slim. She was pretty enough, just so much above average to get noticed, yet not outstanding in that category. But she seemed pretty nice.

“So, how old are you?” she asked, looking up at me with wonder. I loved the feeling of being ogled at.

“15. Well, I’m actually about 400, but I’m 15. If that makes sense.” Great, Cassidy, confuse the client.

But she was looking at me like she understood, with keen interest in her eyes. “Do you live in my lamp?” she questioned.

“Yup. You can summon me by rubbing it anytime, until after you use your three wishes. Then I just stay inside until the lamp is passed on to a new owner.”

She still looked abnormally calm. That was good. That meant that hopefully there would be no screaming and running out of the room.

“Um, how old are you?”

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “14.”

“Ahh,” I muttered, and sighed with her. I felt her pain.