Meto still was pouting. He didn't understand why the goon found it funny to mess with him. He bet it was because he wasn't able to do much. Well...he was a genius. He would figure out a way to get him back. He looks at her. "Street or drag race. Work on my bike. I'm used to being busy. Having fun trying out my bikes while kicking butt." he says bluntly. Not realizing she strongly disliked racers. He looks at her. Backing up a bit. Eyes wide and cheeks bright pink. "Wh-why do you keep getting c-closer?" he stammers out shyly and nervously. Staring at him in confusion. He was already afraid of her. And he had rejected her. She still seemed to want to get closer to him.