“Ariel?” he asked, voice wavering. Perhaps they should start back at the A’s. She lunged forward and took his hand. “Ariel?” He grabbed her, taken aback by her reaction. “Your name is Ariel?” She nodded, nose scrunched up with a chuckling laugh. “That’s kind of pretty,” he said. “Okay, Ariel.” He said it slowly, testing out the taste of her name, and smiled. Simple and pretty. Concise. “Ariel,” he whispered and held out his hand to her. “It’s wonderful to meet you again.”
