"So," you ask Michael, "Where are you staying?"
He huddles his shoulders against the cold, looking at the door to your chalet. He jerks a mittened thumb over his shoulder at the peaked silhouette behind him. "Number three. Staying with some buddies of mine. Looks like we're neighbors." He looks between your bags and you. "You... sure you don't need any help?"
You double check to see if you have everything and fumble for your key with cold fingers. "No, I think I've got it. Just didn't want to lug everything all this way by myself in this weather."
He nods slowly. "Well, guess I'd better settle in then. Looks like it's going to get cold fast. Hope these chalets are warm."
You smile, letting the moment grow longer.
"So," he finally asks. "What's your name?"