Surprise! I'm not dead! I'm so sorry for not being active for a long time but a had a bit of an anxiety problem and I could't bring myself to write anything. Sorry! I know that I'm actually supposed to be writing another chapter of Should I Confess (That I'm In Love) but I got this idea for a fic and I just NEEDED to write it down. In this story Magnus is the proud owner of a pub/cafe something called The Magic Cup. Alec is homeless and trying to survive. AU all human. I hope that you like it and don't hesitate to review!

Disclaimer:
Not my freaking characters.

"Ragnor, leave that girl alone and get your lazy ass over to table 6! They've been waiting for hours." Magnus yelled from behind the counter. Ragnor sighed and gave the blond girl he was talking to an apologetic smile. "Coming, coming." He walked over to the couple sitting at table 6. "Welcome at The Magic Cup, sorry for the long wait. Would you like anything to drink?" After taking their orders Ragnot walked to the bar. "I think that you're blond lady friend just walked out." Magnus said nonchalant. Ragnor looked at the now empty table and made a displeased noise. "Are you kidding me?! I totally had her! Do you know how long it's been since I got laid for the last time?!" "I do not and I'd rather keep it that way." "Two months Magnus! Two months!" "You're at your work Ragnor, remember? Do you know what you're supposed to do at your work? Working! So stop pitying yourself and bring those people their drinks!"
"You're the worst Magnus." Magnus stuck his tongue out and grinned. Ragnor rolled his eyes and walked back to table 6.

It's been a quite day at The Magic Cup. It was almost 4 pm and there were only a few people left so Magnus sent Ragnor and Jordan home early. He was now sitting behind the mahogany counter cleaning some glasses and thinking. He had never thought that The Magic Cup would get so popular. He owned the place for almost 6 months now and it couldn't go any better. He looked around with a proud smile on his face. The wooden chairs and the red cushions provided the room with a warm and lovely atmosphere. It smelled like cinnamon and coffee and the music coming from various boxes sounded nice and calming. He was so lost in thought that he almost didn't hear the noise coming from the kitchen. He blinked a couple of times and walked into the kitchen. There, in the middle of the kitchen stood a boy with a loaf of bread in his hands. At his feet lay a broken cup. The boy tried to run toward the exit but Magnus was faster and grabbed his arm. "I don't think so!" Magnus yelled at the thief at the same time as he grabbed the loaf of bread. The boy turned around but kept his head downcast. Magnus took the boy to his office and closed the door behind them.

A few moments passed before Magnus started speaking.

"Why? Why did you try to steal that bread? " He asked with a stern voice.

"Because I felt like it."

"I don't believe you."

"I'm not asking you to believe me." The boy said trough his clenched teeth.

"Listen kid, I can let the police take you within a second if I want to. So I'm asking you one last time. Why did you try to steal it? Why would you steal a loaf of bread?" The black haired boy still wasn't looking at Magnus.

"Maybe it's because of the fact that I don't have the fucking money to pay for it! Or maybe, just maybe it's because of the fact that I haven't had a good meal in days!" The boy yelled, frustrated. His voice sounded hoarse and cracked at the end of the sentence.

Magnus looked at the boy before him with narrowed eyes.

"Okay, I believe you."

"Can I go now?" the boy asked.

"Of course not. You tried to steal from me! Did you really think that I'd let you go so easily?"

The boy sighed and looked up. Magnus finally got the chance to take a good look at the boy. What he saw before him made him gasp. The boy looked only a few years younger than Magnus. His hair was messy and looked like it has been a long time since he took a proper shower. He was wearing an oversized black sweater with a plurality of holes in it. His pants looked filthy and way too big for the skinny boy. Magnus looked at the boy's face. He had sunken cheeks and his pink lips were dry and torn. The electric blue color of his eyes made Magnus think of a wild ocean. They were just as beautiful and pure. But unlike the ocean, his eyes looked empty.

"What do you want from me? I don't have any money, I told you that."

"What about you come work for me?"

"What?" The boy looked at Magnus with wide eyes.

"Yeah, I could use another person at the Magic Cup. You can work here until you paid me that bread back and if I like you, you can stay after that."

"Re- really?" The boy stuttered.

Magnus nodded and gave the loaf of bread to the boy. "Here, take it. We have enough bread left to make it trough the day."

The boy looked at Magnus suspicious before taking the bread. "Why are you being so nice to me? I tried to steal from you."

"You remind me of someone." Magnus said looking into the distance. He shook his head and went back to the present. "So? Do you want the job or should I call the cops?"

"No! The- the job is fine, I'll take it. Thank you so much."

"Okay then I'll see you here at 6:30 am tomorrow. Don't be late. I'm Magnus Bane by the way." Magnus said offering the boy before him his hand."

"Alec Lightwood."

"Nice to meet you Alec. See you tomorrow." He opened his office door and watched Alec walk towards the exit until he was gone.

"What am I getting myself into?" Magnus sighed and walked back to the bar.

I know that it's not really long but I hope that you liked it! I'm not sure if I should continue with this story so review and tell me what you think! Thanks for reading this :3

Love you,

Mariëtte.