Hello again, I hope that you liked the first short story! I have a lot of fun writing these, so I hope you enjoy them!
Alec sat on the tall bar stool, waiting for Jace, Isabelle and Clary to show up. They were already about ten minutes late, and Alec had begun to wonder if they had forgotten. He looked up when he heard people starting to raise their voices behind him.
He turned to see whom he believed to be the manager yelling at a man who sat at one of the tables. Let's just say that said man was absolutely gorgeous. Dark hair, tan skin, covered in glitter, and his eyes were stunning. Bright green around the edge of the iris while what looked to be gold around the pupil. The only strange thing was that his eyes seemed to have slit pupils, like a cat.
Alec listened in on the conversation, also noticing many other people around him cast their gazes towards the loud voices.
"I must insist that you leave, sir. You've been here for too long and are holding up this table that could be used for other customers." The manager said, looking almost beet red with anger, but still keeping his voice relatively calm.
"I must insist that you let me stay," the glittery man insisted, flashing a winning smile. "My date is just running late, they're going to arrive any minute now."
"Sir, you have been here for an hour. You have been holding up this table that other customers need to use." The manager said. The glittery man argued against the manager, and Alec couldn't help but feel a tinge of sympathy. He knew how it felt to be forgotten or dismissed. Alec felt that he should help the man out as the two argued, even if it did anger the glittery man that another man came to his aid to pose as his date.
So Alec stood up and walked over to the table, leaving his half empty drink at it's place on the counter. He slid into the chair across from the glittery man and was immediately greeted with a sudden silence as both the glittery man and the manager stared at the newcomer.
"Sorry I'm late, I got caught up in traffic." Alec lied. It was probably the best lie he'd ever told, considering that he rarely lied, or at least did any good at it. The glittery man seemed to immediately catch on.
"Don't worry about it, I was able to fend off all the other people flirting with me for long enough." He replied. The manager looked at them for a moment as they struck up a conversation before he turned with a defeated look and left the table. The glittery man waited until the manager was out of hearing distance before he stopped the small talk. He looked Alec dead in the eyes, and that was when Alec realized that the man's eyes were indeed very cat-like.
Alec suddenly felt very nervous, realizing just how many eyes were watching him and what he had just done. He probably should have thought this through more. What Alec just did, helping out the man, was something very unAlec-like. He would normally stay out of something like that, wait until the matter was resolved, but instead he had just rushed in the help.
The man smiled at Alec, a mischievous smile that set Alec's nerves on edge. The man was bound to be a downworlder of some sort, maybe even a demon.
"I'm Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn, and you are?" The glittery man, Magnus, asked raising an eyebrow with the same smirk dancing across his face.
"Alec." He replied.
"Alec," Magnus, who Alec now knew was a warlock, said, as if testing the word. "Is that short for Alexander?" Alec nodded. He felt like crawling into the floor and dying on the spot. The man was looking at him so intensely that he swore that he was piercing through him. It didn't help that other people were staring too, and he had a feeling that some onlookers were saying some nasty things behind his back.
"Alexander. That's quite a nice name. Would you like to get out of here Alexander?" Magnus asked, emphasizing Alec's full name. Magnus' eyes gleamed brightly as Alec nodded hesitantly, and before Alec got the chance to say anything else, they were walking down the busy streets of New York as Magnus talked about how much fun they were going to have.
Prompt, or a summary of what inspired this story:
Imagibe Person A is waiting at the bar of a trending restaurant for dinner with friends when they see a distressed Person B sitting alone at a nearby table and begging the manager just five more minutes please my date must be running late. As the manager is just about to ask Person B to vacate the table, Person A feels bad and walks over, pretending to be Person B's date.