Jeannie frowned in confusion. He had met her before? But she had been in her bottle for the last thirty one years, seven months, two weeks and three days. She could not have met him, let alone granted him a wish. Or kissed him. He thought he had kissed her? Oh dear. Oh dear, this was not good.
While he was an attractive man in his own way, he did not have the handsome features of her master darling. Her ex master darling, since she was now in service to the city. And he was blond. Jeannie had always preferred men with dark hair and a certain air of command. This man had neither of those things. He seemed nice enough, but he was not her type.
Perhaps he had taken a blow to the head. That had happened to her ex master darling once. He had been hit on the head and forgotten everything, including her. Although, he had asked her to marry him. But she could not have taken advantage of him that way. It would not have been fair.
Just as it would not be fair to take advantage of this poor man now. She must help him. To confirm this theory, she glanced at the streetlight and was pleased to see it turn green. Her new master approved! The City that was nowhere near Cocoa Beach wanted her to aid this man. She gave a small nod of compliance.
“I am very sorry, but I think you are mistaken. We have not met before. You see, I have been trapped inside my bottle for thirty one years, seven months, two weeks and three days. It could not have been me that you think you have met.” She gently took his arm, pulling him away from the curb and closer to the nearby building. “I think I know what happened. I think that you have hit your head. But do not worry. I will help you. I will take you to your home and put ice on your head and make you a lovely dinner. Will that not make you feel much better?”