"You're treating for dinner." Clary muttered as Simon pushed through the transparent door of the diner. Simon chuckled as he sat on the other side of the booth, turning his gaze to the dark haired beauty that was enjoying coffee.
"I'm pretty sure stalking is a crime these days. I could arrest you." Clary teased at the gawking nerd. He turned to her, hissing as he brought his index finger up to his lips, telling her to be quiet.
"Do you think she heard that?" Simon whispered to the red head. Clary turned back to the beauty, seeing no disruption in her sipping at what had become her regular choosing.
"Don't look now, but I think she's getting the manager." She said with a serious expression, hiding her lie with wide eyes and chewing her lip heavily. Simon turned a ghastly color as his head fell in his hands. "Kidding." She mumbled at the trusting friend. Simon's head snapped up and he shot Clary a look that could shatter the glass in the windows around them.
"You're horrible." He groaned.
"And you're in love. I think. Could be an obsession?" She pondered openly. Clary quieted when the blonde waitress came and took their order, her eyes lingering on Simon's after he told his routine cheesy joke. Clary wondered if her green eyes were as capturing as her blue ones as the waitress swayed her hips while she walked away.
"You have some nerve calling me out on my gawking when you can't keep your eyes off the waitresses ass." Simon chided. Clary looked back at him, her eyes squinted in annoyance.
"I wasn't looking at her ass." Clary argued, tapping her fingers against the fake wood of the booth. It was beginning to rain outside; small droplets of water slicing across the murky glass of the diner. The neon sign made some of the droplets appear to be spatter of blood, chilling the red head. The metal badge that was clipped to Clary's waist was digging into Clary's slight curves. Quickly, she took it out and hooked it on to the inner pocket of her brown leather jacket. Patting it securely with relief on her face.
The waitress was walking back with her the false default sway of her hips. Clary grimaced at her attempt to gain Simon's attention, knowing that her friend would never fall for someone he labeled as a one night stand.
"A cop eating a doughnut, how original." She smiled as she handed the pastry to Simon, her red lipstick appearing perfect to the Clary, who couldn't even apply mascara without making a fool of herself.
"Have to live up to the expectations!" Simon laughed, his hands relishing on the warmth of his coffee. The blonde waitress served Clary her coffee, of course accidentally spilling some on her silk button-up.
"Oops!" She chuckled, pulling out a plethora of napkins for the frustrated woman. Clary took them greedily, scrubbing at the burning liquid on her shirt. She prayed that the brown liquid didn't seep into her bra, as plain as it was. The dark haired beauty turned, looking at the booth along with the rest of the cafe to see what all the commotion was for.
Groaning, Clary excused herself to the bathroom to where she could try and salvage what was left of her favored shirt. She placed her hand on the faucet, twisting the nozzle cold to soothe her scalding skin. Applying some water to her teal colored shirt, Clary sighed in grief at the permanent stain. Cursing the day the waitress was hired, Clary trudged out of the restroom to what she least expected.
"Everybody put your hands up!" A males voice shouted. Turning around the wall that shielded both her and her vision, she saw a blue haired boy, gun swerving in the air, eyes wild as he turned to face the waitress Clary oh-so hated.
"The money! Gimme all your money!" His gun was pointed at her and she began to weep. The dark haired girl was inching closer to the door as he spoke, the thief not noticing. A small amount of change and, what Clary assumed was a couple hundred dollars, was thrown into the bag the thief had tossed to the blonde employee. He turned so suddenly, startling the dark haired beauty and aimed his gun right at her head. Before he could say anything, a tall figure charged at him, the thief falling down, money scattering.
When he slowed down, Clary could see that it was Simon, her partner, who had tackled the assailant, cuffing his hands behind his back. Some started to cry as the gun was kicked across the room, out of the madman's grasp. That was close, she thought, too close.
"How can I ever thank you?" The beauty sighed, her hand falling to her chest in relief. Simon pressed his brows together, flashing her a smolder.
"It's my job, but as a person I would like to ask you out." He grinned. The dark haired girl matched his expression, and Clary watched as she scribbled down her number for Simon to call later. The officer tucked the number into the pocket of his jeans, a smile on his face that made Clary confused as to what had just taken place.
"Robbers, what can you do?" Simon chuckled as he pushed the blue haired man inside the back of the cop car. Clary turned to him, sure that she was going to slap him had it not been for the fact that she was happy that he had finally gotten the girl's number.
"Right." Clary muttered.
"Hey, at least dinner was free!" Simon chuckled as Clary held a newspaper over her head to protect herself from the rain.
"Because dinner was ruined!" She argued.
"Tomato tomato." Simon shrugged as they walked down the parking lot to their cars. She hugged her jacket close to her, the rain diminishing the summer heat. Simon didn't seem to be affected by the weather and continued his walk with a cheesy grin on his face. Of course he would be happy, she thought, he got his dream girl.
"I'll see you tomorrow, kay?" Simon reassured. Clary nodded her head before swinging it through the opened door of her cheap car. She silently prayed that it would start smoothly, and it did. Muttering a thank you to the multitude of gods, she pulled out of the parking lot and drove to her apartment. Her fingers tapping away at the steering wheel.
When she got home, her answering machine let her know that someone had called. Pressing the number with her chewed fingernail, Clary listened for whoever had called her.
"Hi, Clary, it's Captain Carstairs. Just called to let you know that detective Herondale will be joining our force. Don't know much about him other than he's ex military with a great recommendation. You'll be showing him around tomorrow unless you want Lewis to introduce him to the wonders of stalking." A loud beep was made, signaling the end of the message. She furrowed her brows together, not wanting to show another new guy around.
"Who even is this guy?" Clary sighed as she made her way to her bed, alone as of recently. The bed was cold, as cold as the night when Clary laid herself to rest. She thought of the beautiful places she wanted to travel to, keeping her mind from drifting off to the ticking of her biological clock.
"Maybe he won't be so bad?" She shrugged before crashing into an intoxicating slumber.