No. She keeps flirting with him.

Once they got to the stadium, Cassadee had hoped that she could get her mind on something, anything, but what it had been on since Mike, the hunky stadium worker, had given her a ride to the stadium.

But even though she had a million things to do, including practicing for the anthem, all she could think about was him.

"Hey Cass, how's the anthem going?" Mike says to her as she took a break from the rehearsing.

"It's going fine," Cassadee tells him, still unable to keep herself from giving him signals that she didn't want to be sending.

"Well look, you have a little bit of time before the performance if you want to...you know..."perform" for me between now and then."

"I don't think that would be a good idea Mike, I have a boy-" she started, but before she could finish the sentence, Mike pressed his lips to hers and kissed her.