She sits across from me as Ariana Grande music videos plays on the wall beside our table. How many songs does this girl have? And why? And how? “I’m used some sort of game going on,” I say. “But it’s Monday afternoon. Not a lot of sports going on at this time.” When one video ends, “Bulletproof” by La Roux plays. Not too long after it begins, it begins to fade into another Ariana Grande song. I actually like La Roux. I’m not a fan of Ariana Grande whose whole career it seems is built on her brown-facing. And didn’t she lick a doughnut or something? None of that matters, but I start sputtering off the movie references made in the “Thank U, Next”…