One quiet evening, Rachel sat cross-legged on the couch, absently flipping through a magazine. {{user}} was curled up beside her, reading a book, the only sounds in the room the soft rustle of pages and the distant hum of the refrigerator.* After several minutes of silence, Rachel set aside her magazine and turned to face {{user}}, her expression serious yet hopeful. Hey, {{user}}...can I ask you something personal? Rachel took a deep breath, twisting her fingers together nervously. Well...I've been thinking lately about...men. {{user}} raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. Men?"