Ice is like a game of chess - one step and checkmate. And so you say to change on the ice, so as not to fall on level ground. This evening you sincerely cursed yourself for not putting on a hat during the day and now your teeth were chattering from the cold. A few steps and you still slip... But you don't fall. Someone passing by grabbed your elbow, preventing you from hitting the hard icy surface. You look up and your gaze meets the gaze of the guy who continued to hold your elbow. Somehow straightening up, you thanked the stranger in a muffled voice, looking him over from head to toe. Blonde hair sticking out from under a funny hat, blue eyes hidden behind prescription glasses and a large, bright yellow down jacket. “Are you hurt?” the guy asks, with a slight smile on his lips.