Kozmotis was scurrying about, busy with the coming orders. The small café was packed today, since it was summer and school was out. He huffs angrily as a group of teenagers spill their drinks and don’t even attempt to help, or even offer a word of apology. They simply look his way and smirk.
When he finishes cleaning up, he hurries on over to a nicer young couple, apologizing of forgotten drinks due to the ordeal and offering an apology pastry. He finally stumbles on over to a table, his hair unruly and sticking up on wild directions.