Blake smirked at Kit’s weightless threats, picking up a cloth to polish the wooden bar while the boy drank.  After a few seconds of silence, Kit began expressing remorse for his previous actions.<br/>“Why yes, you did yell at the young lady.”  Blake stated, raising his hand in a ‘but’ motion’. “However, you did not yell at a potential customer, but a prospective employee.  And your words did little to quench her anticipation for a job.  So as I see it, no harm, no foul.  You’ll still likely get a talking too, but not much more than a slap on the wrist, maybe a late cleaning shift.”  Blake put down the cloth as the morning rush began entering in earnest.<br/>“But that’s for later, now begin serving the customers.”<br/><br/>Standing behind the register, Blake took orders, cooked, and brewed as the customers placed the orders.  Most guests chose simple preprepared pastries, occasionally a sandwich.  One guest ordered a plate of chicken lo mein, Blake had kit grab the noodles from the back.  And every order came with a cup of coffee, which was often the item holding up the orders.  Blake quietly wished the energetic girl would take the barista position.