As he pulled out of his driveway, Paxton began sorting out what he would say to Emily White if his wish had come true. Unfortunately, it seemed like smooth words weren’t part of being a great lacrosse player because he couldn’t think of any good lines… or any lines at all. Maybe just asking her out again would suffice since he was supposedly the most talented player in the school? Emily didn’t seem like the type to care much about [i]how[/i] she was asked, so long as the person who did the asking fit her high standards.

Paxton was so busy mulling this over that when Mirajane suddenly appeared beside him, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He swerved slightly, almost grazing the car on his left, and shot the other driver an apologetic look. The man just glared at him and muttered something to himself. Whatever he said, Paxton could guess the man wasn’t complimenting his driving skills. He looked away embarrassedly and slowed his car to let the man pass him. What a fine way to start off the morning.

He shot Mirajane a glare, but the genie seemed completely oblivious to his blunder, as she was busy exploring his car. Paxton bit his lip. He had been about to admonish her for startling him like that, but it really wasn’t her fault. She probably couldn’t tell where she was from inside the lamp, so she wouldn’t have known he was driving. Plus, he was the one who overreacted when she appeared beside him. He made a mental note to remember that she could leave her lamp without his summons.

[color=fff79a][b]“If I may ask, just what exactly is this?”[/b][/color] Mirajane said suddenly. [color=fff79a][b]“How can such a large metal box, even one with four wheels, move itself so quickly?”[/b][/color]

Paxton found himself smiling at her curiosity, “This ‘large metal box’ is called a car, and if I were to explain to you exactly how it works, we would be here for an hour or more. In a nutshell, though, it’s powered by an engine that uses gas and electricity. I control it from inside. There’re two pedals on the floor that I press with my foot to make the car stop or go, and I change the direction with this wheel.” He paused. He had no idea how long Mirajane had been sealed away in her lamp. From the sound of her question, she wasn’t familiar with cars at all, which would mean that she hadn’t seen daylight since before the twentieth century. He glanced at her a bit sheepishly, “Um, does that make any sense?”