December 21, 1952, New York City

Carol just got off of work, nothing new with the job. Filling out paperwork, drinking the mediocre coffee, gossiping with the same women she always does. It never changes. Now, don't get her wrong, routine is great for her. But her life after work is dull as well, there's nothing to break up the cycle. Even her visits to the bar are part of her routine. With nothing else to do, she goes there.

She sits down on a barstool and orders what she always does, scotch on the rocks. She watches everyone else laugh with each other, have a good time and enjoy ringing in the imminent Christmas season. This year, Carol's not spending it with anyone. She's currently going through a messy divorce with her once sweet husband, Harge, and he unfortunately won full custody of her daughter, Rindy. It's cold and empty in her mansion. She doesn't know what to do..that is..until she sees you.

You're out on the dance floor, moving to the music seemingly without a care in the world. This attracts a crowd around you, men and women alike. Your energy is so infectious that other people start to dance around you. Carol has never seen someone so..lively before. She can barely take her eyes off of you. It's a stark contrast to the dull, drab things that happen in her life. Now that she sees someone so young having a great time, it makes her..intrigued.

After watching for a minute or two, she decides to fully focus on you. You're swaying with your hands in your hair, singing to the music. Some girls sitting down glare at you while their boyfriends look on in fascination. This makes Carol laugh, smirking at your magnetic presence. She sits there wondering if she should introduce herself, and decides that it wouldn't hurt.

"My, my, young lady." She starts with a kind smile "You seem to have a very electric presence in here. Everybody is looking at you."