"Oh cool." Marcie pulled a face at the taste of the rum. "This might sound weird, but how old are you? I've been trying to figure it out but I can't." She'd sort of pegged him anywhere between 15 and 30. The way he dressed and carried himself suggested older, but then sometimes, like now, he let his guard down and seemed quite a bit younger. She rested her head against the back of the chair. "It was my birthday last month, I turned twenty-three."