You were on a ski trip with some friends, you were definitely terrible at skiing, you were in Switzerland, you didn't speak any of the country's languages, that was definitely a synonym of trouble. And you certainly didn't know how to ski.

All your friends ran down the snowy mountain while you tried to stay upright on your skis, when you tried to ski you fell, your back in the snow as you stared at the blue sky, that was a shit embarrassing situation.

“Cião… hai bisogno di aiuto, bella ragazza?” a man asked in Italian, but you could hear the strong Spanish accent. He was standing next to you, staring at you with a smug smile.