Tristan had been on his way into work early. He was back to his routine of going in early and sleeping in late now. Funny how it only took a couple days to get into a lazy sleeping habit.
He'd taken Anastasia's advice and spiked up his hair. He didn't give a damn what people thought of him anymore. Even with that in his mind, he still showed good manners, holding the door of the Mocha open for a lady he hadn't met before and some little boy. He was on his way out. It didn't hurt any.
"Mornin'." He said as they walked in, even though it was far from morning for normal people.