Simon sneakers were soaked as he walked down a busy street. It was pouring rain, and Simon was freezing. He pushed the door open and a blast of hot air hit him. He found a seat under a horrible large plastic cupid. He ordered a coffee, gulping the boiling liquid down, scalding his throat.
Isabelle walked in, her black hair swishing around her hips.
"How's my favourite vampire?" She chimed, taking a seat across from him.
"Shhh!" Simon hissed. "Are you crazy!?"
Izzy laughed. "C'mon simon we're in New York, no one cares."
Simon chuckled, nodding. "Fine then, shadowhunter."
Izzy's gray eyes were filled with laughter, unusual for her.
"isabelle," Simon said. "Are you drunk?"
"How dare.... I am not..... maybe." Izzy blushed. Simon smiled.
"We'd better get you back to the institute."
"Simon nooooooo." She slurred.
He stood up, and carried her to the Institute.
Simon stood at the huge doors of the institute, holding a very drunk isabelle to keep her from falling over.
The doors swung open, revealing Jace, wearing a loose white t-shirt.
"Is Isabelle okay?" Jace said, concern in his voice.
"She's fine." Simon assured him. "Little bit drunk though."
Jace laughed. "Thats our izzy."
"Thats our izzy." Simon agreed.
