Phoebe's head was still reeling from all that her sister had told her, as well as all that she'd read on the boards, to the point where she had finally decided to take a walk. About twenty minutes in, she found a (thank the gods) Starbucks, and decided to head in to see if they made the tea the same way the restaurants in San Fran did. She sat near the window, dark eyes watching as people walked by, finding herself wondering if any of them might be possessed. She didn't like the fact that demons were non-coporeal until they possessed someone, and that killing the demon usually resulted in killing the person.
She missed San Francisco and, dare she say it, the life she led there, with her sisters. Paige seemed so much the same, and so much different. At this point, she was actually the same age as Phoebe, which made her feel even more strange.
After she sipped about half her cup, she saw someone who looked familiar come in and get a drink and cookie. She watched her out of the corner of her eye for a moment, then finally stood with her cup an bag, and walked over.
"Hi...you're Clary, right? I'm Phoebe." She smiled brightly at the teen. "I think we met on one of the boards. Do you mind if I join you?"