James almost didn't notice the tray being slid away. He caught it just out of the corner of his eye, the sudden change in his peripheral vision, and then looked to see what had happened. What he saw was met with a glare that would put the fear of God, or McCafferty if that's what you wanted to call it, into most anyone.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice was loud, booming almost, and it caught the attention of a few nearby diners who tensed almost immediately and scooted down just a little bit. They'd seen this man throw a tantrum enough times to know they didn't want to be a part of it.