"Oh - yeah, totally!  You were - uh," he feigns recognition.  Hopefully he will at all start to remember who this person is within the next thirty seconds or so.

"Hana!"

"Oh, yeah, Hana!  Wow, it's been - how long has it been."

"I think it must have been seventh - no, sixth grade - "

"Wow!  The time really does fly, huh."  He is maybe getting a tiny hint of memory about this person, but absolutely nothing concrete yet.  ". . . What made you recognize me?"

"Well it was a couple minutes ago - with the um, 'no problem, boblem'; I started to remember something, and then I - accidentally hit the settings icon in your music app, and it shows the name on your profile - "

"Oh, yeah, I've got to update that, wow.  - How've you been?"

" - I've been fine."

". . . If you say so."

" - No, really, I mean - my life is much better in general than it was back then.  Even if there are . . . rough patches."

"Fair enough."

"And what about you, how have you been doing?"

"Oh, you know, pretty good, I keep on keepin' on."

"Well, that's good."

There are a few beats of awkward silence.

"Yep."

And then a few more.

She goes back to looking at the music selection, after a moment.

Well.  Ariel sits down on the floor.

" - You can be on the couch, you know."

"Sure."  He slides down into the couch pit.  Probably there is some sort of actual term for this, but he definitely doesn't know it.  - Shoot, now he's next to her, he abruptly realizes; he should have gone around to the other side before entering it, which would have been awkward but not as awkward as sitting next to her.  Turns out it's very easy for him to not fully process that people are very attractive when they're a reasonable distance away, and very difficult to ignore when he's stuck next to them.

He's not even that close, the couch can easily fit three people and they're on opposite ends of it, but he could have been in the other corner of this weird inset square instead and that would have felt better.

(He's definitely not staring at her; he doesn't even think he's looked at her since he sat down, although who can say, but - the physical proximity makes it click that she has been very pretty this whole time.)

He gazes intently at his hands.

Hoobastank's "The Reason" starts playing.

His volume was up enough that this is kind of startling!

She jumps slightly at his jumping, or perhaps just also at the sudden sound, and gets it turned it down in pretty short order.

- Once the initial startle passes, that's actually pretty funny.  He still doesn't look up at her, but his hands get a smile directed down at them.

"Is this okay?"