age me
“Hi. I have a meeting with Lindsay,” I said.
The teen at the counter smiled at me. “Okay. She just stepped out, but I’ll give her a call.”
I smiled back. “Thanks.” I wandered around the store, mentally preparing for my interview. The teen’s voice floated through the greeting cards to me.
“There’s a girl here to see you,” she said into the phone.
Did a teen really just call me a girl? (more…)