You don't even have to pay - No Pulse

"Let me at least offer you the coffee," Frank says as you are approaching the counter.

"Thanks, man!" You say. Your old friend puts some bills on the counter and smiles at the waitress who has been leaning against the register, glaring at you. As he hands her the money, she grabs the bill and slowly counts the cash, making a point of licking her thumb.

"A big tipper, huh? Trying to buy respect because you deserve none otherwise? Or do you compensate for your tiny dick?" She scoffs.

"What the actual fuck?" You finally speak out, unable to hold back anymore. "Frank, since when do you tip for service like this?"

Frank looks at you confused. "Why are you so rude? Tasty cake, good service, a deserved tip. Let's go, champ."

As the two of you put on your coats, you check your phone, but there's still no signal. Through the café window, you notice a middle-aged woman across the street screaming at a traffic cop, calling him every nasty name imaginable.

"So, I'm following you then?" You ask Frank the moment the two of you are out of the coffee shop. Frank smiles at you and points at his car, completely unbothered by the cop being trashed...