"Yeah, a weird note," I told her, pulling it out of my pocket and handing it to her. "Don't you remember? Or were you too drunk?"
Brows furrowed, she smoothed out the wrinkled paper and skimmed over it. I waited for her reaction to the tip amount, but her face didn't change. "I was worried that I didn't leave a tip, but I see that I did."
"What's with the forty-three cents?" I asked because I couldn't help myself.
"I like for a flat dollar amount to be taken out of my bank account."
Well, that kind of made sense. I didn't understand how she wasn't in shock over the total, though. "Yeah, I've been meaning to return it to you."
"Return it to me?"
"You were drunk, you didn't know what you were doing. I haven't spent any of the money." I promised her. "I'll return it to you right now. Le
