A short while after the conversation Yoana noticed her tension, stress and anxiety gaining power. These emotions began manifesting in her facial expression.

"Yoana, are you okay," asked DJ.

"No," she shortly replied.

"What's wrong now," asked the blue one.

"I feel bad," she answered in the same way. "I don't want to be here," she squeaked out.

"Is there anything I can do to help," he enquired.

"I don't really know how to treat my meltdowns yet. I was diagnosed not that long ago, so I don't know everything about my condition yet. Maybe you could talk to me to distract me from the stress, tension and anxiety tormenting me. Maybe make me laugh with funny stories. I don't know how this will go…" she finished glancing up at him not being brave enough to mention something she found would really make her feel better. However, the blue car detected that with his intuition.

"Yoana, are you sure that is all," he asked.

"Well, you could rub front fenders with me if you like from time to time," she pressed out without making eye-contact with him then, looked up at him attempting a stone face trying to mask her fear of his future response. However, DJ observed too much effort in this and could see through her.

"Yoana, you don't have to be ashamed of this. You didn't creep me out if you think you did," he told her.

"That's good to know," she replied still under the effect of her feelings. "Can we do it now," she pressed out after a few seconds.

"Sure," he said.

The two Reko-dos slowly neared each other then, started the session, the music geek brushed his front fender against the Audystic ones. Minutes later the weather-themed tuner suddenly felt the male's lips on hers and his tongue caressing hers. Only for a few seconds did she return the gesture then, broke the kiss then, backed up a little.

"I guess I went too far, didn't I," questioned a confused and amorous DJ.

"Yeah, you did," responded Yoana in a bewildered and melancholic way. "That was too much for me. I'm not ready for that yet. We still know too little about each other for that. By the way I returned it for a few seconds because I may have felt what you felt when you were doing that, but I don't think that was a good idea in this level of relationship. I don't think we should go into erotic stuff at our level. I don't want another Mr. Scion story," she added, partially sobering the music enthusiast out of his state.

After about 15-20 seconds of trying to process the information, including zoning out during the attempts, the still bamboozled DRH member said, "Uuuhhh… Who's Mr. Scion?"

"He's a maroon-colored Scion XB who I met at a dance party about two years ago. They were playing one of my favorite songs, I was jamming to it when I noticed him in the back of the room talking to some other car. I wanted him to notice me so I turned so that he would see my backside then, I started gyrating as best as I could. Not even a minute passed when I saw him slowly appearing at my side from behind. Then, he turned to face me and suggested we go outside into the yard. I agreed, he led, and I followed. There were already some others there drinking, eating, talking, resting. He led me to a part of the yard where we could be fairly hidden. He introduced himself then, I introduced myself then, he started complementing my exterior, and said I don't need to call him by his name I can call him Mr. Scion. We talked with each other for hours until the end of the party, he even stole a kiss from me while rubbing my front fender with his. I complied and returned the kiss. This turned into a making out session, a while later Mr. Scion suggested that I come to his place and spend the night. That's when I realized what I got into, I really wasn't ready for that, I didn't want it. I felt like I was shutting down whilst Mr. Scion was waiting for answer. Then, the thought of the painted image on my undercarriage came up. That's when I realized I was in the wrong place and I gravely skipped important levels of relationship, moreover this guy wasn't even a friend yet and he wanted something from me that married cars get from each other. I heard him calling my name several times, which snapped me out of my thoughts. He asked whether I was okay, I said "no." He asked me, "What's wrong?" I said, "I don't want to mate with you." His windshield widened out of shock. Seconds later, he glared at me and asked in a demanding tone, "Then, why the hell did you seduce me on the dance floor?" I felt confused and didn't know what to say. I thought that our making out made him get into the mood. I asked him, "Didn't you get on fire because of making out with me?" Then, he said "That's a dumb question," and shook his front end whilst looking down at me. After that he said, "I see they haven't taught you yet that actions have consequences." That's when I got really scared and started backing up. He began to follow me. I stuck out all ten of my spikes. I screamed, "Stay away from me!" He didn't listen, so I shocked him for several seconds. Near the end of that I saw an angry female Scion XB close-by watching us, her paint job was pitch black with fluorescent, iridescent stars on it, her back wheels were tuned in a way that they tilted outwards. After I finished shocking Mr. Scion this female rolled up to me and looked at me madly and confusedly. "I don't know which one of you to pummel, you or my boyfriend," she yelled. I told her that Mr. Scion didn't tell me he had a girlfriend, but I was cut off by Mr. Scion blaming me for beguiling him and telling her how I acted on the dance floor. I told her once again that I didn't know that he had a girlfriend and I just wanted to attract Mr. Scion with my dancing to start a relationship, not mate with him, he wanted to mate with me. She widened her windscreen, turned to Mr. Scion and asked him, "Is this true, that you wanted to have sex with her?" Mr. Scion answered "Yes." Then, she said, "It's over," then, left. I hastily went home shortly after she left, checking from time-to-time whether he was following me. I made it home safely then, never saw them again," expounded Yoana. "I would leave the erotic stuff for later if we get there. By the way, a study has proved it, that if you start having sex before a deeper bond is formed a hormone makes its effects felt, it's the same one that comes up during addiction and makes addicts want more and more of its effects as time goes by. So long story short, you have a higher chance of becoming a sex addict if you mate without a proper bond," she added.

"Okay, understood" replied the music geek.