Paxton stopped in the doorway. When she was still half ghost, he hadn’t thought much about Mirajane’s appearance, but now that she looked more… well… [i]human[/i], she was actually kind of attractive. She had a pretty face, and her figure wasn’t hard on the eyes either. If she had been a girl at his school instead of a mystic genie, she definitely would have fallen right into the popular crowd with Emily White.

He blinked, realizing that he was staring at her, and quickly handed over one of the plates of food, “Here. It’s nothing special; just last night’s leftovers.” He closed the door, locking it behind him in case his nosy sister tried to make a reappearance, and walked over to his desk to sit down with his own dinner.

“So,” Paxton said slowly, uncertain of what else he could say to the genie. He still had so many questions, but he didn’t want to be a pest. She seemed to hate him enough as it was, and he was trying hard to keep her opinion of him from falling any lower. He frowned. Come to think of it, he hadn’t even introduced himself to her yet.

He turned back to Mirajane, “In case you were wondering, my name is Paxton.” He shrugged. “My friends just call me Pax, but you can call me whichever you prefer.”