Today, James wanted to take a rest from his constant travels.<br/><br/>James, a man with average features--including high cheeckbones, plain lips, hazel eyes, short and messy light brown hair, and scruff from the travel—came driving into town hungrily licking his lips and needing a pot of coffee. As soon as he saw the blue sign for the dinner he rejoiced inside.<br/><br/>He remembered how he saw it one day about two years ago, driving through on his way to California and it pulled him in. Diners were his place to be, although this diner was the one he could never forget. Especially since he saw familiar faces there. It was particularly Anna’s face that was reassuring every time he came back. Anna’s mother was also a sweet thing to see around, and definitely knew how to cook. He planned to have a nice heartly plate of food with a cup of coffee as soon as he got inside. He hopped out of his car as it was parked right outside and swung the door shut. He looked down at his green t-shirt with one word on the front: heart. He patted off the dirt, and kicked dirt from his jeans, and finally decided he was presentable enough to go inside.<br/><br/>The place was pretty empty at the moment, except for some bum at the far end of the counter and a couple sharing a booth all the way on the other end of the place. James Phill took a seat right at a small booth by a window. He sat back and smiled, waiting to see her face again. Until then he played with the salt and pepper shakers, clinking them together. The couple were sitting nearby to where he chose to sit and they begin making glances toward him. He supposed the sound irritated them, so he stopped and looked out the window to the hot Nevada summer.<br/>