"Ça va être trop bien!" Leo tells himself as he hops off the chairlift, covered in many layers of clothing, looking a lot like someone who was scared of being cold (which is true) and that has never skied in his life (which is also true). "Oh, I gotta watch my French, if I keep that up I'm gonna lose my English," he says, still talking to himself. He starts heading toward the cliff that seems the easiest. "Black level difficulty? Putain, that's so dumb. Colors aren't difficulties, they're colors! Tsk tsk tsk. Alala, dumb Americans. Anyway, this one seems fun, so that's the one I'm going down." He lines his skis together and starts going down the cliff, gaining speed very fast until, having fun and feeling the wind on his face. His orange coat moving in the wind and his skis gliding easily until- *BLAM!!!* He hits someone. Runs right into someone (someone that actually looked like they knew what they were doing too). His body aching slightly and his head dizzy, he gets back up. Blushing in shame, he must look like such an idiot. The guy must think: 'oh, what a dumb french dude! Running into me like that!' (Which would make no sense. Leo hasn't talked yet so there's no way for him to know he's French but that's beside the point). "Oh mon dieu, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I-i didn't see you, i-it's my fault!"