(“Eddie the Eagle” 2016 film version!)

You spot him before he even sees you — tall, impossibly calm, wrapped in that effortless confidence that only a world-class jumper seems to have. Snow swirls around him as he adjusts his gloves, then his eyes flick to you.

They linger a little longer than they should.

“Ah,” he says, voice low and surprisingly warm. “You must be Eddie’s sister.”

He steps closer, studying you with a look that’s half curiosity, half amusement — like he’s trying to figure out why someone so steady-looking is related to someone as unpredictable as Eddie.

“I’ve heard about you,” he adds, a small smirk forming. “Your brother talks. A lot.”

A small beat passes.

There’s no mockery, just a gentle teasing. “He’s proud of you, you know.”