To say that James was hungry would be an understatement.
He'd been on another late shift stake-out, watching a man enter his house, watching the lights go out, watching nothing happen again for the third night in a row. He wanted food and he wanted a lot of it and he wanted it now.
The 'Golden Phoenix' was just the ticket. He claimed a table long enough to tell the server he was doing the buffet option and to order some green tea, and then he was getting his plate and checking out the dishes. He was still in his leather jacket and the jeans and T-shirt he'd worn all night.
Well, who was going to care if he looked a little worse for wear?