After her restless night, clary got up. She got ready for work, put on a long overcoat and stepped out into the world, the mild may weather wasn't too bad. She walked down the winding streets until she arrived at the pandemonium. She went around the back and was greeted by the smiling faces of the other girls all sharing a cigarette, she paused with them as they chatted and she took drags of the cigarette. "I saw you and that blonde last night!"Maia exclaimed.

"Yeah he was quite nice."clary replied.

"Way better than Sebastian if you ask me!" Isabelle chipped in.

Clary mumbled an inaudible reply then excused herself and walked into the club. She went to her locker and put her bag and coat away and exchanged her nike trainers for a pair of black high stilettos. Then observed herself in the mirror, she thought wasn't the sort of girl that people could find beautiful, maybe cute but nothing more. It frustrated her when girls like Isabelle had long slim legs and dark flowing hair. She wanted to be pretty.

At 8 her shift began, starting with waitressing then some dancing then back to waitressing. It was the same every night. She walked around the club delivering concoctions made of cheap watered down alcohol yet nobody seemed to notice that. She was just about to go for her break when she saw Jace again, sat in the same place as the night before. She let out a smile and waved at him and his eyes lit up, he waved back and hoped she come over. However she walked out the back.

Clary needed to get some air, the club was hot and stuffy and felt like it was overflowing with too many people. She hated the atmosphere. When her time was up she put on a brave face and went back inside and got herself into her opening position for her dance. She swayed her hips while strutting around moving her arms and head around the the rhythm. Every pair of eyes were fixed on her body and the trance she had put on them. A certain blonde boy caught her eyes and their eyes locked, then for the rest of her time on stage she barely looked away as if the whole show was just for him. He was intoxicated by the small delicate beauty.

After her dance Clary got back to the bar and handing out drinks. The night dragged. She delivered one man a drink, however he was dragging her back because he wanted more. With a firm grip on her wrist he kept demanding that she spend the night with him. All the other men he was sat with just laughed at it, with no respect for her. She was so close to tears but didn't want to seem weak. Then another hand intervened and plied the mans large sweaty fingers from around her wrist.

"Leave her alone" she knew it was Jace and she couldn't of been more thankful for him been there.

They walked away and he gave her a quick hug of reassurance, "thank you for that" she said, "hey, I'm off in 10 minutes and there's this diner around the corner, would you like to go with me?"

"Of course "he replied with a smile.

She rushed around finishing her shift then practically ran to the locker rooms and put on some jeans and her coat, then she grabbed her bag and went and found Jace. They walked down the dimly lit streets until they ended up near a small diner called Takis on the corner, the sign was made of bright neon lights that reflected in the puddles.

Inside was set out like a vintage 1950s diner, it has booths made of vibrant red leather with shiny sliver tables, then napkin dispensers and menus. They sat at the booth furthest from the window so they wouldn't be interpreted by the sounds of passing traffic, after all New York never slept.

"Seen as I have never been here before, what would you recommend?" He asked.

"The coconut pancakes are the best, I could eat then for days!"

"Guess it's two plates of coconut pancakes, and a chocolate milkshake each?"

"Sounds good to me."

Once Jace had Clary's aproval he got up and started to walk towards the bar at the back, she shouted after him " Where are you going?"

"To order and pay of course." He said and flashed an award winning smile , although she did notice that every part of him was percent there was a small chip in his left incisor.

She chased after him, "I'll pay, I asked you" clary demanded with a light tone.

"Believe me I'll do it, I've got more than enough spare."

Eventually Jace ended up paying and he strutted back to the table with two milkshakes in his hand and a smug look on his face. Clary smiled and was quite thankful He paid because she was short on money. They sipped on their milkshakes and talked about anything and everything. She talked about her passions and you could see a fire igniting her soul, the way she described art was beyond Jace. He had never felt a burning desire for anything other than work.

Eventually they exchanged numbers on clary's suggestions, Jace said he'd try and be around more and that he would like to do it again. Eventually they parted ways with a hug and walked their seperate ways both their hearts feeling heavy. Clary had never felt so alive as when Jace was holding her in his arms.