A storm is brewing.
It is a moody day for everyone in New York, save the few lucky ones who are able to remain in their cozy little holes they called home, wasting their day away. Clary pulls her coat tighter to her body, hastening her pace to cross the street.
Things have not been working out for Clary. The redhead has just graduated from college with her art degree, now trying to secure a job in the industry she loves since she was young. However, though she is undoubtedly the best artist in her batch, and that a few of her art pieces are hung in galleries, she has been rejected from every job she interviewed for. Needless to say, she is feeling down, depressed even, with every job turned down lowering her self-esteem notch by notch.
Clary sighs, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. The dark sky pretty much matches her mood now. Keeping her head down, she hurries along the street, hoping she can at least go back to her apartment as fast as possible to relax. Well, more of make-myself-a-cup-of-hot-coffee-and-Google-for-more-jobs 'relaxing' time.
Interviewers. Those pesky, irritating, self-obsessed, interviewers. Clary's blood starts to boil at the thought of them. They always spout off useless questions like "Do you have passion for art?" "Do you have experience?" Obviously she has passion for art! For goodness' sake, who will want to pursue an art degree and art if they don't have passion for art?! And as for the experience question, can't they just look at the resume?! Isn't that what it is for?! The urge to kill is starting to get unbearable now. What she would do to...
A shadow falls over her, momentarily breaking Clary out of her inner rant. Clary glances up. Standing in front of her has got to be Adonis himself. The man has golden locks, an angular jaw, and a muscular body. But what is most spectacular of all is his eyes; they are golden, so golden that it looks as if it is real molten gold. Clary feels her hands twitch, yearning to draw this human beauty in front of her.
If this was a normal day, under normal circumstances, Clary would have felt flattered, or even a tiny bit of flirtatious when such an attractive stranger approach her. But today is no such day. Clary, though star-struck, really does not have the energy to interact with him. She merely ignore him, continuing to go on her way. After all, he is just a stranger, but an attractive one at that.
However, the man seems to be intent on talking to Clary. He steps forward, effectively blocking Clary's path. Clary's head snaps up, glaring at him. She honestly is starting to get annoyed now.
"What do you want?" She snaps, her emerald eyes shooting daggers at the man.
The Adonis-man raises an eyebrow, his mouth curling up in a smirk.
"Well, I just want to give you this," He said, presenting her a blade of grass, as if it was a precious jewel.
Clary stares at him in disbelief; Who in the world just walks up to a random person and gives them an ordinary blade of grass? This small act of insanity makes Clary laugh, and with the added stress of the day, she laughs heartedly, her peals of merry laughter ringing through the air. The man merely looks on with amusement, his golden eyes twinkling.
When Clary finally manages to compose herself, the Adonis-man smiles warmly at her, gently saying,"That feels better, ain't it? You look beautiful when you laugh. "
With a final pat on her shoulder, the man turns and leaves, his hands tucking casually into his pockets. Clary stands rooted to the ground, gaping at the back of the man. What just happened? Beautiful. He just called her beautiful. A hot man just called her beautiful. Clary finds it hard process. A silly smile begins to spread across her face.
Perhaps something good will happen after all.
A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fanfic so I'm sorry if you find this boring or bad.I hope you like this and well... If you do like it can you do me a favor by clicking the button below please? TYSM! Oh, and I really don't know if I should continue this so do tell me if you think I should in reviews...Constructive criticism is welcomed:)
Disclaimer: I don't own Clary and Jace...(well technically the man can be anybody but I'm still deciding if I should this as a one-shot or not)