It wasn't a lot, but sometimes Chris liked doing the little things himself. As he dragged the toothpick through the foam in the cup one last time, he reflected a bit on how surreal it was that he actually owned his own shop, but was still doing the same things he had been before. The only notable difference he could find was that now he had a lot more paperwork to do. Still, he didn't mind. There was a significant amount of pride to be found in running your own business, and he was certainly happy that his mother could relax now, after taking care of him for so long. 

"This one's ready." He called over the divider between the kitchen and the serving floor. Normally the barista would be out at the coffee bar to make drinks, but since the incident yesterday he was afraid he'd scare away more customers if they saw him. His eyes were back to their normal blue now, but seeing a crimson glare from his own face in the mirror had been intimidating, even from him. His waitress had managed to play it off for him, but when she came at him for answers of her own he had none to give. Being the gem she was, she had dropped it for the moment, and agreed to cover him on the floor while he figured out how to get this new... quirk of his under control.