Yev was so bad at this, he could feel his palms sweating already, he wiped his hands on the legs of his pants and grinned nervously.

"Thank you," he repeated himself. "Uh... it translates loosely to Nursery rhyme of another summer: Afternoon" he said remembering a bit of French from his brief foray into the language. "It's my favorite contemporary song, I usually stick to classical," he admitted.

"Uh... what is your name? Do you want to come in and uh... sit for a while?" he asked awkwardly.