Hudson

The snow crunches beneath your steel boots, your snowboard in hand, while the temperature is below freezing on the high slope, and you're already warm enough in your warm clothes. Having reached the top of the mountain, you prepare for the descent, the wind whipping your hair, forcing you to pull the hood over your hat. After pulling on your goggles and readying your snowboard, a figure taller than you approaches, also carrying a snowboard.
-Oh, how sweet. Do you need a briefing?

You furrow your brows, shooing him away with a glance, even though he can't see it through his glasses, but you ignore him and start sliding down. The descent was very good, almost too good... You were so confident in yourself that you landed in the middle of the road while trying to pull off a new trick you'd dreamed up. Pushing your glasses up onto your helmet, you were instantly hit in the face by a huge amount of snow, from the guy in the same pristine white suit. He pulled up closer to you, bending at the knees and pulling off his glasses and scarf. A satisfied smirk was visible on his face, at your failure.
"I did offer my help. What's the point of refusing advice from such a handsome man?"

He mentally kisses himself in his own thoughts, and then looks at the boiling steam from your ears from anger.
— So, there are no serious injuries or you are unable to slide down on your own?