WHO: Psyche + Damian WHEN: January 28th. Evening. WHERE: Psyche's Loft WHAT: Second "date"? First date? First hang out wince they met.
Psyche honestly couldn't understand what had just happened. Okay, in the general sense, she understood what had happened, it was the why it had happened that was making her loose her shit. What had she been thinking when she told Damian to come over?! It wasn't like she didn't want to see him, quite the opposite actually. It was more that she couldn't believe she had invited a rockstar over to her house when she was eating ice cream on her couch with her new kitten. He was going to think she was so lame. Half of her was tempted to text him back and say that something had come up but the rest of her refused to listen to that part. She really liked Damian. Sure, she was half sure that something was wrong with him for thinking that she was the cool one but she didn't hold that against him. It was more just fear that he would eventually see how lame she was and how awesome he was and yeah.
Shaking her head at herself, she took a deep breath. While she was in fact wearing her pajamas, at least they were cute enough to wear around Damian. Right?!