Hi! Thanks to all of you fabulous people who reviewed/followed/faved! They all make me smile:)

I already had this chapter written so I figured I might as well post it. I'm not sure how regularly or when I will post but i do know that there won't be huge gaps in between updates. I don't want to do that to people because i hate it when that happens to me. You get into a story and its amazing and then there isn't an update...for three months...

Anywho, this is chapter 3. Fluffy...there's fluff. Hope you like it!:) Let me know!

I don't own the characters... :(

Thankfully they landed safely in L.A. without the pregnant woman having her child. Clary was happy for that. She didn't know exactly what she would do in that sort of situation.

"Well," Maia said, "We have a two hour break before we have to be leaving again, Clary. Have any plans?"

Clary blushed a little. "Sort of."

"What do you mean?" Maia asked.

"Well-"

"Clary!"

She turned to Simon hurrying toward her. She cursed under her breath. She'd totally forgotten about him and their plans to meet up after the flight.

"Hi, Simon," she muttered.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. Listen, I'm sorry-"

Jace interrupted from behind her. "Hello, Clary."

She turned around to see him beaming at her. She cursed under her breath again. This was not a good situation.

"Hi, Jace. Can you excuse me for a second?" She grabbed Simon's arm and pulled him away from Jace and Maia, who both looked very confused.

"Simon, I'm so sorry. I just-"

He was confused as well. "What are you sorry for?"

She took a deep breath. "I can't hang out with you," she said quietly.

His expression turned sad. "Why not? I thought we were going to catch up..."

"I want to," she said earnestly. "but I can't..." She didn't think there was an easy or good way of telling her best friend that she was choosing a man that she met yesterday of him.

Simon frowned. "Why?" His eyes looked like big brown puppy eyes. Clary had to shut her own eyes so that she didn't feel even worse about the situation.

"I...I have to go to an extra training session," she lied, hoping it sounded truthful. She looked up at Simon, who was now more confused that sad.

He nodded slowly. "Okay, but why now? Can you not get out of it?"

Clary felt sick to her stomach. She absolutely hated lying to her best friend. She wasn't even quite sure why she was picking Jace over him. "No, I tried. I have to go." She put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm really sorry, Simon."

He looked so sad. "Okay," he said. "That just really sucks. I was really looking forward to spending time with you."

Clary hugged him. He didn't hug back, he just put his arms loosely around her. "I'm coming back to New York in three weeks," he said, pulling away from her. "We're getting together then. No excuses." He pointed his finger for emphasis, smiling a little.

Clary giggled. "Okay. I promise. We will hang out, Simon." He nodded. "I should probably go," she said, shifting nervously.

"Yeah," he replied. "Have fun with your training." He offered a smile that was obviously faked.

Clary pulled him into another hug and kissed his cheek. "We'll get together in New York, bestie." She smiled at him and he let her go. "I promise."

He smiled again and started walking away, waving. Once he was gone, Clary went back to Jace, who was waiting with his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips. She felt jumpy as soon as she locked eyes with him.

"Are you ready to go to dinner? Well," he corrected himself, "actually lunch."

She nodded, blushing.

"Good." He started walking through the airport, Clary following slightly behind. Then he stopped suddenly, turning around to look at her, a smile playing on his lips. "You can walk with me, you know."

Clary, embarrassed, walked to stand beside him. He started for the exit. When they got outside, he hailed a cab. They sat in silence the whole ride, Jace stealing occasional glances a her, which made her blush every time.

Finally, Jace stopped the cab and paid the driver. When she stepped out, Clary found that they were on a busy street. She walked very close to Jace because he seemed to know where he was going. As they were walking, his hand brushed against Clary's. The first two times it happened she didn't think anything of it. She thought it was just because of how close they were walking so they didn't get separated but when it kept happening she knew what he was doing.

When his hand brushed hers again, she took it. He faltered a little at the sudden contact but then laced their fingers together, drawing a smile from both of them. He cleared his throat. "The restaurant I want to take you to if pretty close," he informed.

She nodded. After a few more blocks, Jace stopped in front of a very fancy looking restaurant. Clary had seen many like this in New York but had never been inside. She never had the money.

Jace opened the door for her with his free hand and led her inside. He whispered something to the hostess and she smiled, leading them through the restaurant and up an elevator to what looked like a back room. When she stepped in, Clary gasped. The sight was amazing. The small room had golden wallpaper with intricate swirl designs in between the many paintings hanging. A crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling casting colorful rays throughout the room. In the center there was a table set for two with a single lit candle between the settings.

The part of the room that really took her breath away was the huge, floor to ceiling window that was right across from her, overlooking the city. If it had been nighttime, it would have been even more beautiful. The hostess said something that Clary was oblivious to and then left.

Releasing Jace's hand, she walked to the window, mouth practically hanging open. She heard a chuckle behind her and then Jace was beside her.

"This is amazing," she told him.

"I thought you'd think that." He smiled sweetly. He offered her his hand, which she took happily, and led her to the table, pulling out the chair for her to sit. He took his seat across from her and looked at her expectantly.

"What?" she asked, patting her face thinking that there was something on it that he was looking at.

He laughed. "There's nothing on your face, Clary. Don't worry."

She blushed out of embarrassment and looked away.

Changing the subject, Jace said, "Get what ever you want on the menu. I'm paying." He winked and opened his menu. Clary looked down at her own menu in front of her. She actually wasn't hungry. Something about being around Jace did that to her. She didn't really feel anything outside of attraction to him when he was near her. It was a good and bad thing.

She settled on a chef salad. She didn't want something too filling and then maybe get sick later since she wasn't hungry. A waitress came in and took their orders and then left, leaving an awkward silence in her wake.

Jace cleared his throat and offered Clary a nervous smile, which she half returned. She looked past him at a that painting caught her eye. It was a park bench and lamppost on a wet sidewalk with vibrantly colored trees around it. A person with an umbrella was walking in the distance.

Clary thought it was beautiful. It almost reminded her of one of her mother's paintings.

Her awe must have shown in her face because Jace turned around and followed her gaze to the painting. "That's a good painting," he stated.

"Yeah," Clary said, still dazed and thinking of her mother. "It looks like one of my mother's."

"Your mother paints?"

They locked eyes. "She used to."

He raised an eyebrow. "Used to? Why doesn't she anymore?"

"She-" Clary cut herself off sharply. She didn't want to discuss her mother's bad medical condition with a man that she met yesterday.

Jace must have understood that because he didn't press the matter further. Clary decided to change the subject yet again. "So you said you've been flying since you were twelve? How?"

He opened the bottle of wine that the waitress had brought and poured them each a glass. "Well," he said after taking a sip. "My father was a pilot. He used to take me with him and he taught me how to fly and navigate. After he thought I was ready enough, he sent me up by myself."

"What? He just let you go by yourself the first time you flew?" Clary was shocked.

Jace nodded. "I knew what to do if I was going to crash and my father believed I had it in me to fly so he let me. I was prepared for whatever was thrown at me."

"What if something had happened?"

He smirked. "Something did happen."

Clary's mouth fell open a little.

Jace chuckled and continued. "When I was around 4,000 feet, the engine started malfunctioning. I was able to stabilize the aircraft enough to land it." He paused. "Personally, I think that my father had something to do with it. A test, if you will, to see if I could handle something by myself."

"Do you think your father would have done that?"

He nodded. "Definitely." He raised his glass to take another sip of wine but Clary put a hand on his arm.

"Should you be drinking? You're the pilot."

Jace shrugged indifferently. "One glass won't do anything." But he set it down anyways. He studied her for a moment. "Those uniforms don't look too comfortable."

Out of instinct, she looked down at herself. Her uniform consisted of a dark blue buttoned cardigan over a white button-down shirt tucked into a tight, dark blue pencil skirt that was a few inches above her knees. A red scarf and black heels 'completed the look' as Maia had told her jokingly. It wasn't that comfortable but she'd worn worse.

She shrugged.

"I mean," Jace said, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table, "I have no problem with those tight skirts." He winked, causing Clary's cheeks to turn a deep shade of red.

They sat there a few moments before the waitress came in with their order. Clary thanked her and looked down at the salad that had been placed in front of her. It suddenly made her hungry so she grabbed a fork, not caring if it was the correct one or not, and dug in in a very unladylike fashion.

Jace chuckled but she didn't let it bother her. She wasn't like most girls who would be afraid to eat in front of a man they just met for fear of them calling her 'fat' or something of that nature.

Few words were exchanged as they ate their lunch. When the plates were cleared Jace looked at the clock across the room.

"We have to be back at the airport in a half hour," he said.

Clary sighed. "Do we have to?" she whined.

He smirked. "Sorry, miss."

She sighed and rolled her eyes at him.

"Hey! What was that for?" he asked, a fake hurt very evident in his voice. "Am I really that terrible?"

She nodded, biting her lip to keep herself from grinning.

He placed a hand over his chest. "I am so hurt by that." He sniffled and wiped away a 'tear'. "And here I was, taking you, a beautiful young woman, out to lunch and she thinks I'm terrible."

Clary froze at that. He just called her beautiful. They've known each other for two days and he called her beautiful. Who does that?

He must have caught what he said too because he busied himself with the bill and took a sip of wine. He cleared his throat and said in an even tone, "We should get going."

She nodded but all Clary could do is think dreamily to herself, He called me beautiful.

Awe, I love me some Clace:)

How about you? Did you like it? Hate it? Indifferent? Let me know, drop a review!

Reviews/faves/follows make me smile. so...make me smile:)

Thank you so much for reading!