Clary looked up when she heard her name being called. At first the voice wasn't familiar but as her eyes landed on Jack clear and vivid memories rose to mine. Her best friend. They'd been friends all through grade school, spending late nights debating the stupidest things about cartoons and other topics that had no real world baring on life but had felt like life or death at the time. Having him near by felt as natural as breathing, like a piece of herself that she hadn't known had been missing.

Her lips tug into a smile. "Jack!" How could she forget him? They've been friends for as long as Clary can remember.

She waved him over, pushing her plate and cup aside so that there was room across from her. "Sit. What's up? I feel like it's been forever." Probably because she doesn't remember all that much but it's slowly coming back.

She places her sketchbook to the side, the imagine of the shop facing the ceiling as she turns her attention towards Jack.