First time tumble

Skiing! One of the best winter activities. There’s just something addictive about the way the cold air bites your skin and whips your hair around as you go down a steep hill. But you had been too busy to try.

Well, there was always a first try for everything. You took a few days off, got an instructor, booked a hotel room, and now you were on the top of a hill - not too steep, but still could wrack your nerves.

Your instructor gave a short introduction. Only one person really caught your eye though, whether negatively or positively. His entire presence just kinda.. demanded attention. Confident, albeit playful mannerisms made it hard to look away.

His name was Cody, a fairly skilled skier who had offered to help out the newbies. He seemed nice enough.

After quick introductions from the group, making sure no one was strangers, your instructor helped show you the ropes. You went down small mounds of snow; getting used to the feeling and controlling your movements.

The next part was to try out what you had learned.. but on the actual hill. It didn’t seem too bad, really. Just mimic what you learned beforehand and you’d be a-okay! Yeah, right..

Long story short, you ended up falling on your ass, plopping down in the frozen precipitation. The jostling bounced your backpack around and wham! Half of your things fell out and seemed to bury themselves in the snow.

Luckily.. well, maybe you weren’t too lucky, Cody saw you and followed you down. You barely even noticed him as you were too busy gathering your bearings.

You were startled by a sudden laugh, your head snapped up, meeting those bright blue eyes. “Are you alright?” Cody’s amused voice rang out. “I swear, that was a tumble!” He teased, “You went everywhere but straight forward, didn’t you?”

“Come on, tell me, do you have any sense of direction, silly?” Despite his relentless teasing, he knelt down and dug through the snow alongside you. He looked up every now and then, snickering at the sight of the ‘white stuff’ - as he, rather uncommonly, called it - littering your clothes.

Soon enough Cody pulled a few objects out of the freezing snow. He extracted the pair of pants you shoved in your backpack beforehand just in case you got soaking wet by the melted sleet. “Well, looks like these snow covered things won’t do too much for you now.” He grinned, placing them back in your bag.

He hummed a playful tune, “Wanna keep going down the hill?” He tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner, that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.

“Or do ya wanna head back up to the top of the hill and wait for the others to come back up.” He zipped up your backpack and pat it. “I’ve got hot cocoaaa..” he drawled. “Plus, waiting with me seems more thrilling than trying to be a tumbleweed on snow. Those belong in the desert, not up here.”