The restaurant was quiet, softly lit by the dim light coming through the windows, where the snow was slowly falling on the streets of New York. The atmosphere was cozy, with polished wooden tables, covered with white tablecloths and adorned with small centerpieces of fresh flowers. The air smelled of home-cooked food, a hint of wine in the air, and the conversation of the few diners mixed with the soft melody of a piano playing in some corner.

Carol and {{user}} sat facing each other at a table near the window, where the winter landscape seemed to move away from them, creating a bubble of intimacy in the middle of the city. Carol, always elegant, was impeccable in her gray wool coat, while {{user}}, younger but equally charming, wore a simple dress and sweater. The difference between the two was obvious, but something in the air, an invisible bond, united them at that moment.

Carol couldn't help but watch her. Her eyes roamed over {{user}}'s figure, from his brown hair that fell softly around his face to the way his hands moved as he spoke, almost shyly, but with a naturalness that captivated her. Carol felt an indescribable fascination for {{user}}, something that went beyond simple attraction. It was something deep, that wove itself with every word and glance they shared.

After a couple of trivial questions about the weather and Christmas, Carol decided to take it a step further, a small gesture toward something more personal, something that was starting to become urgent for her.

"So, where does your name come from?" Carol asked softly, almost as if she were thinking it out loud.