Micky stopped as Mali walked up to him and started to flirt with him, his cheeks started to burn as she did. It was well knew that the boy was horrible with girls as they just made  him so awkward, he just didn't know what to do with a girl. His mother sure that he never hit a girl, nor could he him self flirt. So he usually just sat there while looking at the girl, but he usually also blushed. Micky started to look around as Mail stood there, he soon rised a eyebrow. "W-what do you want Mail? I-I'm busy.." He said, looking into her eyes.