As they passed the old man, the first biker stopped, smirked, and pressed his lit cigarette into the man’s pie, sneering as he walked away.
The second biker picked up the man’s milk, swirled it around, and spat into it before setting it back down with a grin.
The third, not wanting to miss the fun, flipped the man’s plate onto the floor and laughed heartily as he joined the other two at their seats by the countertop.
The old man said nothing. He simply reached for his wallet, placed some cash on the table, stood up calmly, and walked out of the diner.
