MAHALIA
“Hi! Thank you for meeting us on such short notice,” I said, smiling shyly at Deion.
We met at a coffee shop with my best friend Sarah. He was with his cousin, the cab driver. Meanwhile, the genie just lurked around us; I could almost roll my eyes. He was right outside the coffee shop, staring at us through the glass window. He was like a creep. Well, if he was ugly, that is. But the women inside the shop ogled him, giggling as they talked to one another.
“I think he’s looking at me,” one ugly blond said.
“No, you slut! It’s me!” the pretty brunette friend of hers said.
I couldn’t help but look in their direction, just right behind me, next to our table. They looked at me, giving me a host
