"I know, right?" Diana gushed, letting the girl's excitement wash over her, moving forward in tandem with the girl ever so slightly while still maintaining her guise of professional poise.
An idea seized her, and she got up and walked around the desk. Leaning in conspiratorially, Paparazzi stage whispered, "I know it's still early, but you want a free drink? We'll finish the "interview" out there." She indicated the door to the rest of the still-closed nightclub with a gesture.