She shook her head at his rather excitable nature. "Second day, doors close at noon." Not that she cared if he showed up or not - she was there to do a friend a favor, and it wasn't like there would be time to mingle afterwards; another show started up staging as soon as the curtain went down on hers.
The nagging feeling that something was wrong kept up at the back of her head. When she'd first arrived, she hadn't thought that he'd try to make what had happened more than it was. Now, she was pretty fucking sure that he had somehow made a romance of their one night in his head. Double fuck.
"No one is trying to kill me, and my wannabe fiance isn't anywhere around, so it's as relaxing as it can be," she quipped.