@unexpectedtrajectories
“I’m on my way to the office right now. Have we started preparing for Fashion Week yet?” Walking briskly through the streets of Brooklyn, messenger bag hanging over her shoulder and shifting slightly every few seconds, ( both with her movements and with the wind that day ) Clary Lightwood is late. Her honeymoon was nice - relaxing. Even a little adventurous. But she was glad to be back at work - Magnus had made it seem as though the office was plunging into impending and inevitable doom due to her absence. And of course, the New York traffic just had to be horrendous on the day she’d finally arrived back. “By the way, Susan called. I was getting our luggage and she wanted to tell me that the layouts got approved for the editorial. She’s bringing it to print today.” She narrowly misses a few collisions with other people on the street, opening the door with her back and pillowing her phone between her ear and her shoulder. Using her left hand to sign herself in, waving at the secretary. Picking up her phone again as she walks towards the elevators. “You know - I missed this place.”
