Disclaimer: All the characters of the mortal instruments series belong to Cassandra Clare, not me, much to my dismay.
P.S. Not sure if I should continue this or not and where it should go. Feel free to message me with ideas. :)
A soft ring signaled someone entering my shop.
"Did it hurt; when you fell from heaven?" A voice asked, accompanied by the light padding of foot steps.
"No, but I did scrape my hand crawling out of hell." I replied. "Look." I pointed to my palm where I had indeed scraped my had, though not from exiting the pits of hell and more from tripping and just barely stopping myself from face planting. Details.
"Aww Red do you need me to kiss it better?" The golden boy in front of me asked, pushing out his bottom lip in an exaggerated 'sympathetic' way. His nose had turned a light pink from the unfortunate frost that had been haunting Brooklyn for the past few days.
"What do you want Jace?" I sighed looking through my desk any reasonably empty sketch pad.
"Well you see, I was looking for inspiration for my next tattoo and I thought 'Hey! My neighbor and bestest friend is an artist. Why don't I pay her a visit!'"
"Oh and who is she?" I feigned curiosity.
"I'm hurt Red. Really, truly hurt. Do you not think that we're bff's?" He leaned down, resting an elbow on top of my desk. Jace brought one of his hands to his hair, caught a strand and started to twirling it around his finger in a stereotypical girly fashion.
I rolled my eyes and looked back to the desk that I had previously been raiding.
"Gotcha!" I exclaimed, pulling out my sketch pad that had (of course) decided to hide at the bottom of my desk. Organizing my desk should probably have been a priority though why would I waste my energy on that when I could do more productive things like make an even bigger mess.
I flipped to an empty page and began doodling. Jace sighed, clearly disappointed the my full attention wasn't focused on him.
"Lets get food. I'm hungry." He whined.
"Don't you like, I don't know, have a business to run or something?"
"Yeah, but I have all of my appointments scheduled meaning I can leave. Plus, Izzy's there so she can call me if anything. And come on Red" He raised an eyebrow. "You know you don't want to pass up the opportunity to spend lunch with me."
I gave him a look I hoped came across as 'Get the hell out of my shop'
He sighed for what I'm sure was the hundredth time and took out his wallet. "Okay fine what if I pay."
My ears perked up at the words and I pretended to hesitate before grabbing my jacket and walking out the door
"You own me one. No, more than one, this is starting to become a daily occurrence."
I simply snorted in response.
As usual, we ended up at Taki's, a scrappy little restaurant just down the street from where we both worked. It may not look like much, but damn did they make good food.
Jace and I grabbed a booth against the wall sitting opposite from each other.
"So, Red." Jace leaned across the table. "What do you think?"
"Hmmm?" I responded, paying more attention to the menu in front of me than him.
"The new tattoo I wanted to get. What do you think."
"You should get an ass tattooed, it would really reflect your true self."
"You wound me Clarissa! What would your mother say about you using that kind of language?"
"Directed toward you? She would probably pat me on the back."
Whatever retort Jace came up with was cut off by a waitress I hadn't yet seen coming to our table. Probably new. She took his order and wrote it down on a little pad she pulled out of her front pocket. She then turned to me, batted her eyelashes, and asked what I might like. I ordered a stack of coconut pancakes that I sometimes got and coffee. As she left Jace turned to me yet again.
"You're supposed to be a fancy artist help me out here, what tattoo."
"Get my name." I replied with a challenging gaze.
"Don't test me." He returned.
We gazed at each other for a moment before the waitress came back with our food. We ate in silence for the most part other then a few unnecessary comments from Jace.
Our waitress eventually came back, Helen, her name tag read telling us that our meals were on the house before winking at me and walking away. I heard someone from the counter yell "Helen stop flirting with other people." as we got up to leave, to which Helen replied "Yes honey." and laughed.
Jace and I walked back to our stores still bantering about his tattoo before getting fed up with him and shutting my door on him.