Tries to play it cool.

Sam struggled to come up with a satisfactory answer. Finally, she just shrugged. "It's nothing weird or dangerous. Jake's a good guy. I'm just feeling a little off today."

"Bullshit." Cindy wasn't letting this go. "Did you join a cult or something? You can tell me, Sam."

To both of their surprise, Sam tittered at this. Cindy stared at her with surprise. Sam started to reply, but was cut off by another laugh. She tried to stop laughing, but that only made her laugh more.

Cindy was growing increasingly concerned. "Sam, what's going on? Are you... are you on some kind of ****? God, what did this guy did to you?"

Sam was still chuckling, but it was dying down. "No, no, it's nothing like that." She tried to come up with an excuse. "I'm just remembering a funny video I saw this morning."

Cindy frowned. She stood and turned to the bathroom. Sam tried to grab her arm, but she was too slow. "Wait, Cindy, what are you doing?"

Cindy strode up to the bathroom door and stopped Jake as he came out. "Hey asshole, we need to talk."

Across the room, he and Sam were both taken aback. "Uh, Cindy, right?" he asked nervously. "What's going on?"

"You tell me," Cindy growled. "What the fuck did you do to Sam? Did you **** her?"

"Stop!" Sam shouted. "Cindy, please stop. I brought an old friend into your cafe and you started hurling these bizarre accusations and insults. I'm getting over a flu and you think he's got me on Manson ****."

Cindy's scowled slackened and she stepped aside to let Jake pass. Sam and Jake stormed out, and almost made it a block before bursting into laughter. They quickly darted around the corner in case anyone from the shop saw them.

"What was that?" Sam said. "God, I just made the cutest face. But seriously, you were just feeding me fucking lines?"

Jake shrugged. "I don't know, I just panicked and start picturing you giving this speech. I just gave it a little, um..."

"Nudge?" she suggested.

"It's handy, having someone to help when a word's on the tip of my of my tongue."

"But seriously," Sam said as her eyebrows shot up. "you have to say whatever I make you?"

She covered her mouth in shock and they both started laughing. "I guess so," Jake said.

"By the way, that was terrible dialog earlier. I didn't even know what Manson ****- oh, just high doses of psychedelics used for indoctrination."

"I thought it was pretty good for improv," Jake said.

"Then so do I," Sam said. "With the right performer, of never mind, it was great! Oh, this is gonna be your new favorite toy for a while, huh?"