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"Oh, right!" Ari exclaimed, only now realizing he had yet to introduce himself, probably having forgotten out of straight fear and social anxiety. "I'm Ari," he introduced himself, offering a hand for the girl to shake, "nice to meetcha." Cool, he had yet to make a complete fool of himself. The ice cream incident didn't count.
"Oh, I've heard some Daddy Yankee before," Ari said, the name turning on some dim light bulb in the dusty recesses of the man's mind. "Can't remember for the life of me what songs, but I remember I liked him. I'll have to look up that other guy. Calle 13?" Ari reached into his bag and pulled out a black leather notebook, flipping it open and quickly jotting down the artist's name for later reference, along side the date, place and the name of the event. "Reguetón," Ari repeated back to the girl, as he slid the book back into his bag, the line inching forward a bit more. His accent was nowhere near perfect, but it did hint at the fact that the man had grown up around a lot of Spanish speakers. It was at least better than when Theo had butchered his Japanese when meeting Nao...
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