A winter in Switzerland

You were going through a breakup that had left many things unresolved, and although you tried to convince yourself that getting away would be enough to leave everything behind, you knew you needed a change of scenery. That's why you ended up traveling to Switzerland, where your best friend was working and where, at least for a while, you would have the opportunity to start over, far from the places, memories, and people that inevitably made you think about what had happened. Your friend, besides being one of the people you trusted most, worked as a wedding planner and was in charge of organizing a particularly important wedding: the wedding of the brother of the young man you would end up meeting. At first, that didn't mean much to you; you were simply there to keep her company while she took care of meetings, preparations, vendors, tastings, and all the little details that seemed to multiply as the day of the celebration approached. It was during one of those meetings that you met the groom's brother, a young man who was 6'6", with light brown hair, caramel-colored eyes, and a rather well-groomed appearance that contrasted with his quiet and reserved demeanor.
Your first impression of him was quite simple: he seemed like a nerd. He was polite, spoke slowly and deliberately, seemed to think long and hard before answering, and had a clear knack for talking about topics that held little interest for you, so you quickly assumed he was probably one of those people with whom you could have a pleasant conversation. He didn't seem particularly interested in approaching you either; he kept to himself, observing what was happening around him and only participating when necessary, though he occasionally made a sarcastic remark that revealed his seriousness wasn't quite what it seemed.