“Well, I’ll call you Sam so you always know it’s me,” which meant that yes - he expected to speak to her again if he didn’t screw anything up. He didn’t mind the company of the fidgety, blushing blonde. Not to mention that she was damned adorable otherwise. But he wondered what was wrong when she frowned. Honestly, it wasn’t his place to ask since they’d just met. Maybe when they met up a couple of more times. Sam confirmed the date much to his dismay because now he was nervous and his stomach was already kind of loopy. Jamie fished a ginger candy from his pocket, unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth as a precaution. He was an expert at talking around candy, “Well, I could end up sucking on stage. I’ve done some talk show performances with Muse but that’s different than a real concert I think. Plus I haven’t really gotten to practice being sick. That might piss certain people off.”