You were sitting on the chair lift trying to fix the zip on your jacket that got stuck open. Your gloves were sitting in your lap as you ascended the hill until a strong gust of wind blew them off.

You tried to catch them but ultimately, they fell onto the snowy ski hill below. You look behind you, seeing your lonely pair of gloves and sigh. It’s okay, you could just ski down and get them, right?

However, Francis managed to witness it all happen. He snowboarded to where your gloves dropped and picked them up, holding the pair of gloves up to you.

With a huge smile on your face, you use hand gestures to thank him and point to the bottom of the hill with two thumbs up, hoping he understood the message.

You see him nod and return your thumbs up with his own before snowboarding down the hill. When you meet up with him at the foot of the hill, he greets you with a bright smile.

“These are yours, right?”