She knew that. Ariadne was just trying. It was a poor attempt, but she can always play the cute, tiny American girl card. That usually worked. The fact that she was already bilingual was a fact that didn't need to be known.

Ariadne finished her glass and watched him walk away. To a job. There was a flicker of a thought. Would it always be like this? She shook rose thoughts away. It wouldn't do to dwell on the negative.

About five minutes later, an Argentine man walked up to her and proceeded to ask if she was accompanied by anyone. He was about twenty years older than her and when she tried to respond back that her date had stepped out and that she was thankful for his request to dance, she had apparently complimented him with some innuendo. And then to further her embarrassment, she had to tell him she didn't speak Spanish.

He gave an uproarious laugh and then, in English, insisted she must learn the salsa. With him. At that moment. Ariadne couldn't pass up the challenge. She was soon lead to the dance floor.

The young woman learned that he was widowed, had a son who was her age (who lived in Peru), was Mr. Sosa's accountant, and absolutely loved architecture. He was trying to set her up with his son while simultaneously teaching her the movements. Luckily Ariadne was a fast learner.