As always, the Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare and "The Moving Garden" belongs to Lee Mingwei.

The Moving Garden

Clary tapped her clipboard, making an echoing sound in the nearly empty hall. This is what she gets when she reads manga all night and forgets to do her history homework- a weekend at the Brooklyn Museum for extra credit. In reality, it wasn't that bad. The Egyptian Exhibit was actually very interesting minus the lack of people. Occasionally a curator or volunteer would walk through but other than that, it was Clary alone with 5,000-year-old artifacts.

She sighed as she sketched the tablet, growling in frustration as she rubbed at the lopsided line. She glanced at the clock, quickly copying the images onto her paper. She grabbed her backpack, eager to get out of the heck out of there. As much as she liked the museum, the silence was unnerving. She grabbed her coat from the checkout desk, stepping out into the spacious lobby. The glass-plated lobby revealed the dreariness of the day as it showed the gray, rolling clouds, heavy with rain.

Clary dumped her bag on the giant granite bench and collapsed on it, glancing at her watch. She took out the crumpled and ripped piece of paper.

The greatest thing about kindness is that it extends to everyone, no matter who they are. Be kind to a random stranger and make their day.

She bit her lip, stretching back and trying to figure out how to do this. Suddenly she felt her fingers meet something silky. She snatched her fingers away and turned back. Flowers? In February?

The Moving Garden offers you the opportunity to take a flower as you leave the museum. Just a reminder: If you do decide to take one, you are agreeing to make a detour on your way to your next destination and give the flower to a complete stranger as a gift.

Be kind to a random stranger…Clary gently picked up the stem of a vivid pink flower, twirling it between her fingers. Her phone vibrated and Clary quickly flipped it open.

"Hey Jace, where are you?"

"Something held me up, I'm sorry. Did you finish your detention assignment yet?" Clary rolled her eyes.

"It's called extra credit and yes I did."

"Do you want to meet me at Taki's?" Clary glanced at the flower.

"Yea sure, I'll be a bit late also…something I have to do."

"Okay, see you there." Clary flipped her phone closed and bit her lip.

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Charlotte Branwell had better things to do than redecorate her store for winter. Running a small business wasn't exactly a piece of cake in her book, her loans from college were still stacking up as she rushed to bring in more customers.

"Four years of economics and it's all amounted to salvaging flour from the bottom of the bag." Charlotte muttered as scraped the bottom. The tiny fluffs of white flew in her face as she blinked, disoriented. She groaned as she heard the door ring.

"Anyone here?"

"Be right there!" Charlotte caught a glimpse of bright, red hair towards the door. "What will you have sweetie?"

"Just a muffin." Charlotte tried to wipe her face clean, just smearing the flour even more. She scoffed in frustration as she made her way to the counter, rubbing her dress together, trying to get the random white stains out. "Okay now will that be raspberry or-"She looked up at the faint sound of the bell again. The shop was empty but on the counter was a five dollar bill…and a pink flower. The door rang again and a man shuffled in, wet from the rain and fumbling with his wallet.

"Can I get a slice of fruit pastry please?" Charlotte placed the pink flower in a glass cup of water. The sound of the cup on the countertop made the man stop and look up.

"It's on the house dear."

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Clary walked into Taki's, dripping from the rain. Jace raised his eyebrow at her, confused by the giant smile on her face matched with the weather outside. She walked over and kissed him, making the metallic smell of rain steal his senses. Jace could feel the cool drops of water make cold pinpricks on his skin that created goose bumps. Clary grinned at him as she sat down and snatched a menu.

"So...how was your day?" Clary asked nonchalantly as she studied the menu. Jace laughed, bewildered.

"Where did that come from?" He asked incredulously. Clary shrugged, her eyes sparkling with humor.

"Flowers are beautiful this time of year." She smiled gently.

A/N: I know this is a short chapter but I just saw this project in the museum a few days ago and I thought that it deserved its own chapter because it's something special about the city and the people, which is what fuels the project.

I am taking suggestions again! So if you have a random act of kindness that you have done or experienced, PM me or say it in a review because I'd love to know about it and I might do a chapter on it!

I hope you liked this chapter and thanks for reading!