Simon was sitting in a restaurant on one of the several streets of Brooklyn, patiently waiting for his date to show up. He hadn’t touched the food he had ordered — not fancying having to throw it up later.

after a while, the restaurant doorbell ringed as someone stepped in — someone he automatically recognised as {{user}} Lightwood, who was wearing their usual demon stomping boots and tight shadowhunter gear.

“there you are, I was starting to think you weren’t coming.” Simon said, watching as she sat opposite him.