Clary sat at a table in Java Jones. She had already ordered, so that she didn't have to suffer through the awkwardness, of Jonathan and her ordering their drinks together, and then spending the entire meeting, wondering if they would split the price, or if he would pay, or if she would pay... The whole thing was just too complicated and awkward, so avoiding it all together seemed like the only thing to do.

Clary had arrived fifteen minutes early. Mainly because of the paying phenomenon, but also from the fear of coming in after him, then not recognizing him. She had no idea what he looked like, she was hoping he would look something like her, or her mother, but that still wasn't much to go on. No. it was better he come after her, and then figure out who she was, after all. He's the one that contacted her. Clary had been so busy worrying, that she hadn't noticed a guy come and stand directly in front of her. she looked up.

" are you Clarissa Fray?" the boy asked.

" yeah, but I prefer Clary. You're Jonathan?"

the boy smirked before answering

" actually no. My name is Jace. Jonathan is one of my friends, so he asked me to tag along. You know to make this a bit less awkward." he shrugged, like he didn't quite agree to this logic, but had nothing better to do, so he came anyways.

Jace had blonde hair, and golden eyes. His face looked like what Clary woulld have thought an angel would look like, but some how... hotter. He had a black leather jacket, with a clack T-shirt and jeans. So maybe not an angel...but still amazing.

" I see." there was a pause, then Clary asked,

" so... where is Jonathan?"

" oh right, he's just parking the car. He asked me to go in first, so that we wouldn't be late."

Clary glanced at her phone and saw that Jace had come exactly on time.

" Oh right, how did you know it was me?"

Jace had a grin on his face that made Clary's heart flutter.

" Jonathan has a picture, in his house of his mom. You look just like her."

Clary blushed.

At that moment another guy walked into the shop nad Jace waved him over.

" Hey, you must be Clarissa. It's nice to finally meet you."

He held out his hand, so Clary awkwardly shook it.

" It's Clary, actually." Jace said with another heart fluttering grin.

Jonathan looked nothing like Clary. He had blonde hair that looked almost white, and broad shoulders. He looked quite muscular, but not in a intimidating way. The only thing they had in common, were their mother's green eyes.

"so... what did you want to talk about?" Clary asked, attempting to make conversation.

" well do you know anything about the divorce?"

Clary shook her head.

" well, we can start there then."

A barista came over and asked if they would like to order. Jace ordered a coffee and Jonathan ordered an iced tea.

" so your mom never told you anything? Like What so ever, about me, or your dad?"

Jonathan asks, taking a sip from his tea.

" nope."

" well, then I guess we'll start from the very beginning. I was born two years before the divorce. Our dad, his name was Valentine Morgenstern, always kept everything really strict for me. Like, I'd be punished if I did something wrong, or spoke when I wasn't supposed to. Your mom, Jocelyn, Never liked our father's parenting approach, so they began to argue... a lot. Eventually they got a divorce. During the trial, when they were deciding on who got to keep me, Valentine won. He always won in word games, persuasion was his talent. That's why Jocelyn Didn't tell him about her pregnancy, in fear that Valentine would steal that child from her too."

Clary tried to process everything. Her last name was supposed to be Morgenstern for one thing. She was supposed to grow up with her brother. She could have been angry with her mother, maybe she should have been, but she wasn't. She trusted her mom's judgement, and if her mom hadn't trusted Valentine, then it was probably for good reason.

" but why didn't mom come visit you?" Clary finally asked.

" It was part of the divorce contract. Jocelyn couldn't have any contact with me. technically I would have been sent to her, now that my dad passed away, but I just turned 19 so I don't need a legal guardian anymore."

" how did... Valentine pass away?" Clary asked.

" he died in a fire accident. Some one dropped a match in out apartment building and the whole house caut on fire, out door was stuck or something, so he couldn't get out on time."

Clary had heard this story on the news, but it had always been someone else. Never had she thought she had any kind of connection with this person, let alone that he was her father.

They talked more about themselves for a while, how their lives have been ect. At this point Jace had joined in, telling stories of his own. She had to admit. She was having more fun than she thought she would.

" So do you have a ride?" Jace asked.

" ummm... I'll just walk from here, I guess." she answered.

" It's going to get dark soon, I'll walk you."

before she could protest, Jace was already heading out of the shop, waving at her to hurry up. After a moments hesitation, she did.