It had occurred to her once that in the real world this kind of thing was probably considered sexual harassment, but Michael had great difficulty applying that term to this place. Well, to herself, anyway. She was from a different generation. For the most part you'd never know to look at her or talk with her, but bits and pieces of that hardworking 50s girl were still there. She smiled at him. "Where I'm from, too," she said. "Or, when I'm from, I guess." Sometimes she wondered about Hayes. She'd never known him to screw around with anyone in the hotel, staff or guest. It lent to the idea that he really was just that pure, and that? Was greatly amusing.
Kind of challenging, too.
"Still. Things change," she said, as a waitress came over to take Michael's order. She decided to go for broke on this good day of good days and asked for a burger with everything and fries. Why not? She went to the gym. When the waitress walked away she turned her attention back to Hayes. "So how was your day?"