Find your guts, girl. You've got 'em in there somewhere.

"That's why I decided to come in," Theresa said, pulling herself out of the slouch she'd assumed. He hadn't asked her to sit, so it seemed politic to remain standing. "I work in retail, helping with sales pitches and stuff. I've never worked at a club before, but I've been wanting to try something different."

He'd probably ask her for ID. She knew she didn't look twenty-four. If she could bullshit her way through this, she stood a chance of landing the job.