He wavesoffhandedly as the shorter girl darts him a look of suspicion mixed withgenuine concern. It seems ridiculous, actually, that he's saying thatconsidering he made the conscious decision to get in his car, drive to herhouse and try to talk to her. He almost laughs at himself for how ridiculoushe's being, but he doesn't. Pressing his lips together, he inhales, fidgeting.Levi never fidgets, and he would blame it on nerves, but he knows that's notthe case. He knows that it's something he has been taking, suddenly making him anxious.After the kiss with Mia, he has a million questions to ask her, a millionquestions he can't ask her directly because things are already awkward enoughbetween them. And, perhaps he's wrong, but he gets the impression that Miadoesn't want to be around him anymore. Not that he could particularly blameher, really. His green hues lift to meet Sofia's gaze and he smiles gently. Heknows in his current state, driving probably isn't the smartest decision, andhe's made enough stupid decisions in the past month or so. "Actually, canI come in?" He asks curiously, his gaze shifting past her to her house,"Can we just... hang out for a bit? I promise I won't do anything to annoyyou, I'll just, uh, watch TV or something, yeah?"