With a frustrated sigh, Jill took a sip from her mug of coffee.

It had been two hours and three mugs of coffee and she still hasn't formed a single sentence that made sense in her head. She hasn't even thought of a plot yet.

She thought about writing Magnus and Alec, simply because they were just so writeable. She also thought about some angsty Jace fic, but really, three mugs of coffee do not put you in an I-want-to-write-something-about-a-really-hot-guy-and-his-secret-pain mood.

So, yes, still no plot.

It had been long enough, so Jill decided she was suffering from the much-dreaded writer's block. Said decision was really hard to make, since the fic she was supposed to be writing now was her excuse for avoiding studying the math test the next day.

So she resorted to staring at the keyboard.

And then an odd-looking button came out of nowhere. She was pretty sure it wasn't there a minute ago. But, Jill Sanders, wanting to defend her title as the nineteen-year-old girl with the curiosity of an overexcited preschooler, pressed the button anyway.

Nothing happened. Really.

Okay, so maybe her computer magically disappeared and was replaced by a gigantic tree and her room was now some sort of mini forest but at least she still had her comfy chair with her! It was longer and lower than usual though but it was warm and cozy enough.

Until it wriggled and cursed silently. That was just freaky.

So Jill got off the chair that turned out to be a person and watched as the same person stood up and squinted his eyes as if looking for something. He was good-looking; tall, black hair which was a little bit disheveled, blue eyes with just the right amount of lovable sadness.

Realizing she was looking at him, he looked back as if she fell from the sky, dropped on him and he didn't care. He looked away and resumed his hunt for whatever it was he was looking for.

"Did my friends just set me up with you? 'Cause they do that every year during my birthday but this is just crazy 'cause it's like two weeks away! And I've already told them a hundred times I hate going to blind dates," she said in her usual loud voice.

"I'm sorry?" He looked at her as if she just said something ridiculous.

Ah, yes. The seemingly oblivious types. Whatever. Oblivious or not, he really was boring. And maybe stupid. It's possible her friends set a button which, if pressed, sends her to some kind of mini forest and there would, of course, be a guy waiting. The whole early thing was so that it really would be a surprise.

Good to know my imagination is still pretty intact. However, my head …

But this guy didn't seem to dig anything out of the ordinary so she said instead,

"Who knows? Maybe they knocked me out since they knew I wasn't going to come with and they sent me here with you," spotting the look of disbelief on the guy's face, she continued, "Or maybe I was never knocked out. And this was never a blind date or anything. But that was the sanest reason I could think of. So, could you just please tell me where the hell I am 'cause I still need to make that one Mortal Instruments fic,"

At the mention of Mortal Instruments, he finally looked at her with interest. She thought maybe he was a fan, and if he was, then he's officially to be the coolest (existing) guy ever.

"You read it too?! So I bet you like Isabelle, you know, pretty and stuff. I totally dig Jace"

"The Mortal Instruments are not a book. What do you know about it?"

"You mean it does exist?!"

"Um, obviously," he paused for a moment and then shot a suspicious glance at her "Look, if you're here about the cup,"

"Oh my god!" she was screaming like a mad man and smiling like a little girl who has just found a ship full of candy. Her fangirl part has just been unleashed.

"So do you know a shadowhunter by the name Cassandra Clare? She could be like, secretly a shadowhunter who wanted to tell the mundane world about your world and so she wrote the book which totally means my Jace exists!" she paused for a moment to take in some air since she was talking too fast, "So, does that mean you're a shadowhuter, too?!"

The dark-haired man didn't answer. He wasn't even looking at her; he was still looking around for his lost something.

And then Jill noticed: the blue eyes, the dark hair, the sadness, the silence. She knew exactly who he was. He looked just like how she pictured him, he was a little bit older, but she was sure it was him.

"I know you! Alec Lightwood, right? Amazing! I'm Jill Sanders."

Finally, the man smiled. It was a very small smile and had Jill not been intensely staring she wouldn't have seen it. After a brief moment, it became clear he wasn't smiling about what Jill had just said. He picked up what looked like glasses and shook his head,

"No. My name is Lucian Graymark."