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full display, but that didn’t warrant the fiery look Irving had in his eyes. They flashed with interest and something that could have been considered lust. But just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished. I was kind of disappointed.
    “Shall we go?” he said, rising and flinging the door open to my room. Nagi shot off into the sky, I closed my window, put Irving’s Chronolier up on the shelf in my closet, and then followed the Djinn out into the summer sunshine.
    As predicted, Irving drew stares unlike any I could ever pull with any of my tattoos and unusual get-ups. We took the 57 bus to campus as my moped was only built for one and I couldn’t have Irving poofing in and scaring the shit out of everybody at my school. We sat side by side, and though we pretended to ignore each other, everyone could clearly see we were acquainted. If that’s what you could even call it.
    “Is this your first time on a bus?” I asked after a while. We weren’t fooling anyone so who cared if I talked to him.
    “Yes,” Irving replied, smiling at a trio of old women sitting across the aisle from us. They dissolved into giggles instead of glares, which probably wouldn’t have been the case if I’d been alone. “The last time I was summoned to the human realm was four hundred and twenty-four years ago. Machines such as this did not even exist then.”
    My eyes popped wide and I looked around to see if anyone had heard him. The bus was only about half full, though, so it appeared we could talk freely.
    “How old are you, Irving?”
    “Old enough,” he replied. When he realized that his answer wouldn’t suffice, he added, “I have been in existence for well over a millennium.”
    “Well over a millennium?” Though that didn’t answer my question exactly, I got the picture. But what his little explanation didn’t explain was why he didn’t seem to be surprised or intrigued by all of the technological advances humans had made since he had last visited our realm almost half a millennium ago. I wanted to ask him, but if the explanation turned out to be long, I didn’t want any interruptions. So I decided to hold the question until class was over.
    Campus was pretty tame due to summer break, but that didn’t stop us from drawing stares from students and faculty alike. I was only glad that I had a big lecture class that day, World History, and that hardly anyone knew me in it. That would stem the questions about who Irving was, where he came from dressed like that, and probably, if he was single.
    “This reminds me of the schools in Shrinelyn,” Irving said, looking around the lecture hall. He’d taken the chair beside me in the very last row, and while I pretended to be oblivious to all the staring, he seemed to actually be impervious to all the eyes we had on us.
    “It does?” I made a face.
    “Not the appearance, but the manner in which you obtain your learning. We too gather around the guru and absorb their teachings. It is not uncommon for our assemblies to double in size in comparison to your class.”
    “Guru?” I couldn’t stop the grin that assaulted my lips. “Your teachers are called gurus?”
    Irving nodded once. “Why do you find this so amusing?”
    I shrugged. “Sometimes humans use the term as a sort of joke. You can be the guru of anything, which just means you’re really good at whatever it is. But we don’t often use the term in any official way. We don’t really take it seriously.”
    Irving shrugged. “I am not surprised. Humans do not seem to take anything seriously.”
    I shot him a dirty look. “That’s not true and you know it.”
    Irving shrugged again and gestured toward the front of the hall where my professor was standing and ready to begin his lecture. I wanted to punch Irving in the throat, but instead I faced forward and tried to pay attention.
    As the minutes ticked by, I seethed. The way Irving kept downing humans was wearing my nerves to threads. What had humans ever done to