Hey guys! Sorry for the long absence! I'm not very good at consistently doing one stuff lol. So ya, sorry if I hurt u my bad. Anyway I'll try to do best (lol). Btw I changed Isabelle's age to 15 and Maia's name is Maya. I may have written it as Maya but I don't want to go back and correct it so ya. Enjoy the chapter!
Clary sat on the barstool surrounded by a mountain of drenched tissues. Maia had started crying out of the blue and the only thing Clary could think of was to get two boxes of was noontime, the day after the shocking truth, and Clary herself was feeling agitated, too. After all, she had seen not only one or two but four familiar faces. It was quite a shock after almost three years.
Maia sniffled again. Clary handed her a clean tissue.
"Why did he cheat on me?" Maia whispered. "He was so nice and sweet, I thought that he would, I don't know, be better than…"
Maia trailed off. Clary, too, was confused. She knew Simon better than anyone. She knew he wouldn't cheat on anyone. He was a sweet, honest, clumsy and dorky fluffball. He would never cheat. Well, the one Clary knew wouldn't.
Clary sighed and leaned against the counter. A lot of things would change in three years after all. Nothing would stay the same.
A ringing bell informed the two workers of a customer.
"Hello? Is this place open? The sign says you guys won't close until 9 pm," asked the man.
Clary and Maia hastily sweeped the mountain of tissues into a trash bag.
"Just wait one minute please," Clary chirped.
She turned around to Maia and whispered, "You can take a rest, I'll cover your shift."
The red-eyed girl nodded gratefully and headed for the storage room after grabbing a box of tissues.
Clary thought that it was pretty strange for Maia to cry over a boy she just met. Maybe something something traumatic happened to her last relationship.
The customer customer coughed politely.
"Can you take my order now?"
"Oh yes, of course," Clary replied as she donned on her apron, "what can I get you?"
"A caramel frappuccino, please."
"Name?"
"Sebastian Fray."
Clary wrote the name on his cup and started to make the drink herself since she took over Maia's shift. Above the machines Clary's careful eyes observed the customer. He had a pleasant face with hair so black, it looked like it was dyed and eyes that absorbed all light. He was in his early twenties with a lean frame and a crooked smile. Clary thought that the customer was nice. After all, he didn't yell at her and Maia when they were obviously slacking off.
"Here's your caramel frappuccino! Have a good day," Clary cheerily said with a small wave.
Sebastian smiled and waved back as he exited the coffee shop. Clary's vision blurred and Sebastian's face changed. It looked sort of familiar. Then it was gone. Must be the sun Clary decided. The little bell rung again, signifying the man's absence.
