She had found the diner easily; it was the only one in town. At this time of the morning, it was so busy that Sonora had barely managed to find a small table; the only reason she had was because it was tucked away in the corner between the door to the kitchen and the narrow hallway leading to the bathrooms. She sat with her back to the wall, although her attention was on the plate of food in front of her. Buttermilk pancakes smothered in butter and syrup, scrambled eggs, whole grain toast, and bacon. With a side of bacon. Surprisingly, she hadn't ordered herself a coffee, choosing orange juice instead. The waitress, an older woman who made cheerful look like a professional sport, was experienced enough that she knew when to leave well enough alone, and Sonora sincerely appreciated her. Her nametag said 'Nancy,' but she heard numerous people just call her 'Nan'.<br/><br/>As she ate--with the appetite of a lumberjack--she watched. It was one of her favourite pastimes, and one she didn't get to indulge in very often anymore. There was a booth of 20-somethings who looked a little worse for wear, and Sonora gathered that they were a bit hungover. There were several tables of older couples, a few tables with young families, and men of various ages and sizes interspersed among them, all wearing plenty of plaid. The conversation was a dull roar, mingling with the clatter of dishes and silverware, and the shouted voices of those working in the kitchen. Sonora sighed, and took another bite of syrup-drenched pancake. God, that was good.<br/><br/>She saw him the moment he entered, and cursed under her breath. She should have checked in that morning. She'd fully intended to, but not until she had put more than a few hours' distance between the events of last night and the new day. As she ducked her head, applying herself to her breakfast, she felt the mark on her neck twinge and she grimaced. Shit. She had worn a collared shirt, but that didn't cover the entire mark, and Cam was certain to notice. Anyone would; she hadn't bothered to try and cover it up, except with the collar of her shirt. She saw him notice her, and she sighed when he began to make his way over, bracing herself for the inevitable confrontation. She was almost glad for the crowd--at least they couldn't cause too much of a scene.