Mundane poetry is simply horrid, "Agony swells within" everyone listening to you, muddie. Jace thought to himself as he turned his dagger over in his hands. His mandate was to protect mundanes…that includes their ears… Sighing he looked around for the red head, she wasn't even there, he came to this stupid mundane coffee shop, listened to this violation of words for her and she didn't even bother to show.

The bell above the door rang pulling him out of his thoughts and he caught a glimpse of bright red. She was here but she brought the mundane. He heard her coffee order "black like my soul" he'd have to remember how she toke her coffee. She went to the back dark corner of the coffee shop, sat on a love seat and waited for the mundane, why would she want to be back there waiting for him? Or was she actually hoping for Jace, he decided to grant her wish.

He moved closer to her stopping to sit on the arm of a chair nearby. He was glamoured of course but she'd still see him she wasn't just a mundane. He could now hear the mundane again talking about 'his girlfriend problem'. Jace smirked he didn't doubt it. The Muddie was trying to tell her he has feelings for her. Blood pounded in Jace's ears and he had the sudden urge pull his dagger out and kill the mundane and that stupid poet if he didn't just stop.

Then he actually looked at the redhead, she looked uninterested her eyes darting around the room. She's not interested mundane get lost. Wait what did it matter what this girl he barley knew thought; he was here on an order, to bring her to Hodge. But still unrequited declarations of love amused him. Soon he heard himself laughing but quickly covered it with a cough. Finally the red head looked in his direction pulling her lips between her teeth in confusion as she looked at him, so she can see me he thought with satisfaction. Now he just had to get her outside, away from the mundane. He raised his left hand the Wayland ring glittered on his finger gave a quick wave and walked away feeling her gaze burning his back. For once he was slightly nervous a girl wouldn't follow him.