Woo! So I'm back! This took a little longer than I hoped, but hey at least there wasn't like a month gap. Thanks for all the faves and reviews! ^.^ Also, if you haven't read The Heart of Light yet, get your asses over there and read it NOW. It's utterly fabulous, and definitely needs more love.

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Magnus's gaze was full of blue. Everywhere he looked, he saw cobalt blue eyes staring back at him. Ever since last night he'd been haunted by those startling blue orbs. It had been like something out of his fantasies, only with a PG-13 rating. Everything was going perfectly, until some idiot tween decided it would be funny to pull the fire alarm. The crowd had pulled them apart and he had lost sight of the blue-eyed boy in the mass of bodies. He had been pushed into the alley outside Pandemonium, unable to reach the main street. By the time he had finally broken free of the crowd, there was no trace of the boy.

Magnus sighed despondently. Despite their heated meeting and practically dry humping on the dance floor, he did not even have a name to put with the angelic face that now haunted his every waking thought. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he stabbed himself in the finger.

"God damnit!" he shouted, sucking on his now bleeding appendage. Magnus always had the nasty habit of poking himself when he was censoring clothes, but this one really went in deep.

"Poke yourself again?" asked a bemused voice. Magnus turned and glared at his co-worker.

"More like stabbed," he said, waving the still bleeding finger in the air. Tessa wordlessly handed him a Band-Aid. "Wow, Tessa that was really thoughtful," Magnus said, in mock shock.

"Can't have you bleeding on the merchandise now can I?" she replied, returning to the register to ring a customer up. Magnus chuckled and got back to censoring the shirts that had just come in. Magnus had only been working at the small clothing boutique for two months, but he felt like he had been here for two years. He just felt so at home amongst the skinny jeans and tight tees. Riot! was like Magnus's second home. It suited his style perfectly, a combination of an upscale Hot Topic and fine luxury clothes. Plus the employee discount he got definitely had added value. Though he had decided to go with a more practical route for his major, fashion was his one true love that he would never give up.

Magnus and Tessa were left alone in the store, as the last customer walked out the door. "That shirt has been selling like crazy," Tessa remarked, nodding her head towards the front window.

"That's because I dressed the mannequin," Magnus said, grinning smugly.

"Your ego never ceases to astound me," Tessa replied, smiling.

"What can I say my dear? I'm just too fabulous for words," he said, pecking her on top of the head as he went to size the shirts in. Next to Camille, Tessa was his next favorite person. Tessa was incredibly down to earth for her age. To describe Tessa in a word, she was sensible. She wasn't extravagantly pretty like Camille, but she had her own quiet beauty. Though Tessa had a quiet personality, she had a fierce sense of humor and deep loyalty to her friends. She and Magnus were instant friends the first day Magnus started training.

"So are you going to fill me in on the lucky guy who is preoccupying your thoughts?" Tessa asked, tucking her curly brown hair behind her ear.

Magnus whipped around and stared at her in surprise. "Am I that obvious?" he asked.

Tessa leaned against the counter. "Magnus I can read you like an open book," she said, crossing her arms and staring at Magnus expectantly. "Spill."

Magnus sighed and hopped up on the counter beside her. How could he even begin to describe him? Magnus could see the black haired youth as clearly in his mind as if he were standing right in front of him. He could see those blue eyes as deep as the ocean glittering in the strobe lights. He could feel the coiled muscles in his arms and abs. Yet, what stuck with him the most was the man's distinctive scent; an intoxicating blend of coffee beans and the crisp smell of paper. Magnus immediately associated it with curling up with a good book. He smiled contently at the thought.

"He's perfect," he sighed, his chin in his hands. Tessa gave him a blank stare.

"Care to elaborate?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

"He is," Magnus said. "Though he has a rather horrible sense of fashion," he admitted with a small grimace. However, his clothes were the farthest thing from Magnus's mind. He was imagining what lay beneath those baggy jeans and white t-shirt. He was snapped out of his day dreaming by Tessa's laughter.

"I can't believe it," Tessa said smiling broadly. "You are absolutely enamored with this guy."

Magnus was about to protest, when he realized it was useless to deny it from the smug look on Tessa's face.

"Okay, fine, I really like him, but that doesn't solve my problem," he replied sadly.

"What's the problem? You are the least shy person I know," Tessa stated simply.

"I don't know his name," Magnus explained. This seemed to give Tessa pause.

"That's a bit of a problem," she said finally.

"Ya think?" came Magnus's snarky reply.

Tessa looked up sharply as a customer entered the store. She motioned for Magnus to hop off the counter. She leaned in close, whispering in his ear.

"If you truly like this guy, you'll chase after him," she said, smiling encouragingly. Magnus was overwhelmed by a huge flood of gratitude. Tessa always managed to say the one thing that cheered him up.

"Thanks Tess," he said, giving her a tender smile. Tessa just winked back at him as she went forward to help the customer.

"Go get him, lover boy." Magnus fully intended to.

A/N: So this was a bit short, but this is most likely going to be the length of each chapter from now on. And if any of you are wondering, I do work in retail and those stupid pokey sensors hurt like a bitch. Next chapter will be Alec! Not to be needy, but reviews are nice. Just saying. :P