Mark walked into his favourite restaurant in New York. As a seventeen year old wanted by the law, Mark Randall didn't have a lot of time to be waiting for something to cook - besides, he had no idea how to cook anything. He had checked around the city, and he preferred this restaurant's food, and since he liked it, he was going to stick to it.
Mark sat down in a less than obvious spot, and waited to be served. That was one nice thing about restaurants - they served you, instead of you serving yourself. As he was underage, he always avoided showing any form of I.D., but when he did have to, he showed one that said he was born in 1995 instead of 1998. He looked old enough, and could easily pull it off, since the I.D. had been professionally altered, with a fake name and everything.