(It’s perfect, as always!)
If there was one thing
Kaycee had been looking forward to for a long time was returning to the New York Institute. Idris had been great, of course, but being separated from Josee had been borderline painful. She’d wanted nothing more than to come home and be near her parabatai again to end that lonely, empty feeling that filled her while she’d been in Idris. Really, she probably shouldn’t have left the Institute in the first place, but she’d been requested and she couldn’t really say no with that. It would have looked bad and that was the last thing she wanted when she’d been trying so hard to make good impressions.
While she’d been gone, though, Josee hadn’t been the only person she’d missed. Of course, she’d missed Izzy and Alec as well, but she’d missed Jace almost as much as she’d missed Josee. Being away from him and going through the days without seeing him had been painful in its own way and she knew why, but it was hard to admit it to herself. Josee knew, of course she did - Kaycee couldn’t hide it from her best friend, from her parabatai. And, Kaycee was pretty sure that Izzy had been pretty aware of it, too, since Izzy had always been perceptive of people. But, Kaycee wasn’t sure she wanted Jace to ever know, not when it could change things between them.
Blinking out of her thoughts when she heard Jace, she grinned over at him. “What? Did you expect that to change?” she joked lightly, but she focused on the task at hand, following the shapeshifter, making sure to keep track of it each time it changed to a new form. They couldn’t lose it. Really, it was nice to be back in the hunt - she didn’t get to do much of this in Idris, it was all meetings and talk. She’d missed being able to actually
do something and save people, protect people. She paused when she heard Alec call for Josee, though, and she peered back at her parabatai. “You okay?” she asked quietly.
Simon was hanging out at his makeshift band’s van, mostly loading things up in it from the gig they’d just ended. It’d been fun and exciting, especially since it had been their first gig and he was hoping for and looking forward to many more in the future, if they got the chance. They’d changed their band name so often, though, that he was partly concerned that it’d make it hard for people to really keep up with them. Of course, he usually tried not to think or worry about things like that, since he didn’t like being pessimistic - he preferred to look forward to everything as it came and to be hopeful that everything would be okay. It made it easier to really deal with life in general, in his opinion.
He was about to open his mouth to talk to his bandmate and friend, Maureen, but his attention was caught by a gorgeous blonde he saw walking past. She was dressed in all black and that made her blonde hair stand out all the more and he watched her, unable to help himself, taking her in. Her gaze had locked on his and, really, he’d lost himself in that simple eye contact, making a decision then and there that he had to know her, that he had to talk to her. Before he could call out or grin and approach her, though, he saw her attention get dragged somewhere else and she’d been heading into an alleyway not long after that. He’d seen a guy go in there right before her and a part of him wondered if that was her boyfriend, which admittedly disheartened him.
But, he couldn’t let go of that desire to know the girl or to at least talk to her and he began following after her without hesitation, hearing Maureen call out to him, “Hey! Simon! Hey?” Whether she followed him or not, Simon didn’t know and he didn’t really care, surprisingly. All he cared about was seeing that girl again, talking to her, getting her attention, learning about her. It was like there was something in him
begging him to pay attention to the part of him that wanted to make some sort of connection, the part of him that wanted to be brave and approach this gorgeous blonde.