Play it straight... So to speak.

"I'm very, very sure you would be," you tell her, and watch her smile get wider. "However, I'm even more sure I wouldn't have taken a job here if I didn't have confidence the employees here knew how to treat their customers, and both expected and assumed that the majority of customers appreciate what they get here, if it costs them three dollars or three-hundred dollars."

Suddenly, Jessica's smile disappears, and she leans back off of the counter.

"Okay," she says flatly. "What's your point?"

It's your turn to smile.

"My point is... I wanna see your driver's license," you tell her.

"Why?!" she asks. "It's obvious you know who I am! Regardless, you told me I don't have to pay anything at all for this movie anyway!"

"I know!" you shout back at her, before you both calm down. "That's why I didn't simply ask for a photo ID. I want to see your driver's license, so I can write down the address. When I'm done with my shift, I'll drive to the address, and we can spend the evening together. The second I leave, nobody but the two of us know any of this ever happened."