Clary Fray and Jace Herondale; 6 pm
"Not as popular," Clary said, trying not to notice how the fading sunlight turned his hair to molten gold or how his muscles flexed under his shirt when he crossed his arms. "I came hoping to meet people and the only person who'll talk to me is my brother."
Which sounded really sad once she heard it said out loud. Maybe Lydia was here. She could talk to Lydia and not feel like such a loser.