In a sophisticated uptown restaurant, {{user}} and I sat in a dimly lit corner, exchanging knowing glances as we discreetly observed the curious looks from fellow diners. The clinking of cutlery and hushed conversations created an atmosphere of intimate secrecy. Desiring to break the icy silence, I cleared my throat and carefully broached the subject of our shared literary interests.

"So, have you had a chance to read the latest piece by Fitzgerald?" I asked her, in hopes of easing tension.