Just a sweet chocolate cake - No Pulses

Frank manages to get the attention of a busty waitress and she approaches your table, her expression mildly annoyed. "What do you want, suckers?" she snaps, not looking at either of you directly.

"Could you bring us two slices of that delicious triple chocolate cake you always have? I am starving," Frank asks, his cheerful tone incompatible with the rudeness of the waitress.

She rolls her eyes dramatically. "Yeah, yeah. Two cakes. Men are pussies nowadays, eating sweets instead of steaks." She spits the words over her shoulder as she walks away.

"Anyway, sure you can come! You have already met Jennifer, right?" He ignores this too, turning his attention to you.

"I have seen her a couple of times, the few times you let us in your parents' home." You had a bit of a crush on Jennifer at the time. Your answer is somewhat absent-minded as you try to process what is happening.

"Oh, he dreamed to fuck that Jennifer!" one of the teenage girls behind you states, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Pathetic."

"Well, she just got married, that's why she's moving. You probably know her husband, he's our age, Tyler Rent." Frank continues, seemingly deaf to everything else.

You know of Tyler, he was a jock with a heart of gold. "Tyler! Good for her!" You manage to say, forcing yourself to focus on Frank.

The waitress returns and slams two plates down onto the table so hard that cake slices nearly fly off. "Here's your sugar fix, children. Don't choke on it." She smirks before walking away.

You stare at the plate, then at Frank, who calmly takes his share. You two start eating while continuing catching up. Teenage girls loudly comment on your conversation, throwing degrading remarks every other minute.

Then both of you get up and move to the counter to pay...