"Nope. Just here for the sleepover," he clarified, knowing full well that wasn't what she wanted to hear.

Knowing that much made it more amusing, to be honest. He didn't know what she did want, not really, but he could guess whatever it was wasn't open to the public. If she was here for the hammerheads, then why was she spending all her time staring into a makeup compact? And if she'd been waiting for her boyfriend, she'd have picked a more romantic spot than the "authorized personnel only" door. She was asking if he was staff, so he had to assume she was waiting for the first guy she saw who could get through that door. That was so cheeky it was almost cute.

With one hand on his hip, he pointed his other at the door. "Of course, if ya wanted to freshen up in there, I bet I could get ya in anyway."