He was hungry, that was the only explanation for it. Simon was standing outside the ruttin' resturant, and he was actually thinking of going in. It didn't help matters that no matter how hard he tried to find the place he wanted, the City kept bringing him here. Other than going home and eating, and he had a feeling that'd take longer than he had, Simon wasn't being given many choices. So, with great reluctance and trepidation, he headed in, only to pause as he tried to decide where to sit.
He blinked a few times, eyes getting adjusted. The doctor just wanted something quick and easy; he had patients waiting. Eventually he'd get home for a good shave and his bed. The Hospital showers and caf were actually his only down times. The paint he'd gotten was still sitting in his living room.
When he noticed that face, he wasn't sure he wanted to head over, but he did it anyway. Slowly, as if she might attack, he approached.