He fishes out his card, a strange black American Express card. It's not something that you'd expect a street punk to have. After all, how many twenty somethings could afford a card that had a $2500 yearly fee. It's made of metal, not plastic, also odd. He only has the one card and it was recommended by his agent. He figures they know the modern world better than he does.
"Here," he says flashing the card. "I'd rather you not walk off with it though, but it has my name on it." Ji Shi was emblazoned on the card in gold letters. No, he wasn't the most trusting person in the world, that was true. He'd given the number over the phone and it had been approved, that was enough for him.
"And I really don't need anything extra, but thank you." He could wait out here for his food. It was quiet, far quieter than it probably would be inside.