James was in a meeting with the rest of the collective. He was looking over some panels of a new comic when he couldn't see too well. He squinted, but still couldn't read it.

He grunted and reached into his backpack, grabbing his glasses case and taking his glasses out. They were simple rectangle ones only used for reading, but they worked. He unfolded them and put them on his face, adjusting them.

He leaned back into his seat, straightening the pages as he read, unaware of a certain somebody's stare.... He turned his head and noticed {{user}} looking at him. "What?" He asked.