The work table smelled new. The white lacquer was untouched, as the drawing materials. They called her. They whispered to be there for her.
Clary patted them, tested the softness of the chair and took a piece of chalk. The powdery feel on the fingertips almost touched her. She sat.
New York took shape under the nimble fingers. It absorbed her so much that she didn't notice Sebastian until he touched her neck.
"You ruined the surprise, little sister, but at least I chosen well." he whispered in her ear. He kissed her cheek and smiled.
Clary blushed. "You did."
Hallo, folks! This is the sequel of "I just need you." and I really hope you'll like it! As always, I have to ask you to be patient: I was going crazy to make sure that the words were precise percent and I'm afraid of having massacred the English grammar. Be compassionate! T_T Ah, me and my obsessions! As always, any correction is wellcome: I'm doing these translations also to learn the language. See you!