Her hand was just on the door to the store when she heard her name being called. Stopping she took a step back out onto the sidewalk and looked to see who had been calling to her. She was sure it was her, there just didn't seem to be many people with her name around. Finally her eyes set on a blonde woman who was heading toward her.
She had no idea who this person was. If she was a fan of her fathers, Clary wasn't in the mood to pretend like she even liked the guy. Clary gazed blankly at the woman, confused. When she asked what was wrong, Clary looked down automatically, refusing to let her hands move to touch her face.
"Just an accident playing tennis." she muttered with a shrug. "Do I know you?" she asked, a little more clearly this time. It was possible that she had met the woman before and just didn't remember. Though that didn't happen often. Clary was pretty good at remember faces even if she didn't remember names.
This womans face wasn't ringing a bell. And no one ever called her 'sweetheart' except her mother, who only did so when her father wasn't around. The expression on her face was more than a bit confused. The woman seemed to be acting like she knew her. And not in the way where some people recognized who she was and wanted to know about her dad, or the latest project he was doing.