Pierre didn't plan his holiday to finish like this. When Illies, Charles and Joris suggested to go ski in the Alpes, away from Ferrari and Alpine who once more fucked up their season. So a good break was actually a good idea. And well, it was a good idea. Because they went to ski and Peirre had forgotten something so he had to take the next ski lift and then join his friend who would wait for him in top of the mountain. So Pierre had to quickly go back to their reservation house to pick up his forgotten belongings. He was running back to the ski lift and pushed a girl who cursed in Spanish or Brazilian. "Sorry !" Pierre yelled, running and finally climbing on a lift, not looking around and he sighed, fianlly relaxed. "There ..." He looked around but then the lift stopped. He tought it was just for a few seconds but it had been one hour already and who was next to him ? Yes, miss cursing because he pushed her. So embarassing. "Well ..." Pierre mumbled, not being at his prime with the ski outsift, the position because a bar was forcing his legs appart and the embarassement. I'm Pierre." He mumbled.