For a moment, he felt unsure if he had been the cause of the other leaving. Sending SweetAddiction a whispered message though helped a bit. He was curious though about the site. Who made it, and what did they make it for? He leaned back in his seat a bit, looking at the clock. He still had a bit of time before the bell rang so that was good. He logged onto the computer, deciding to do a little reaserch. It seemed the site was still fairly new, that there wasn't much online about it.
There were rumors floating around and a bit of hub, but nothing one coul take as concrete. He heard the growing noise outside, many of the other students were begining to arrive. That was good, it ment the day was getting off to its start. He wondered if anyone would pop in, though he doubted it. He picked up his phone once more, noticing that it seemed Iris had returned. A smile formed on his lips a bit, that name reminded him of his brother a lot. He slightly swivveled in the seat, relaxing a bit as he casually chatted with the others inside.
Everything seemed to be in order, the kitchen ready to be opened. As if on cue, the staff began to arrive. He smiled, greeting them all. He then turned and stepped out back to his office, glancing at his phone as he did. It seemed that there were plenty of answers since he had been gone. The conversation had turned to troubles within school and he sighed. He knew his own brother had trouble with people from his school. He wished he could be there to protect him, but he could not hover over the boy.
He sat down in his seat, looking at the door as he noticed a truck pull up. It seemed the order was there. He would have to oversee it soon. He typed a reply, checking phone messages before he slipped out to the main floor. The staff helping to unload and sort the order. He signed for it, thanking the man for his assistant. He was asked if he would be helping with the floor today or the kitchen, deciding in the end to be doing a bit of both. He was an amazing chef he was told, as well as in a sense the face of the cafe. People loved him, weather it be his food or his being on the floor.