"I think I like the idea of your dream. But it's not practical. All you new comers, want to learn some type of winter sport, because you fall in love with the snow," he explain, sitting down next to me.
"And what do you suppose is so wrong with that," I quickly remark.
"Love is temporary, as in your love for snow and ice never last long enough for you to learn a skill, or find a talent," his words are deep and honest.
"How do you know I'm like the rest?" I ask, he raise his eyebrow, and then his smirk. I already knows his stage directions.
"Your freezing, they all do," he smiles.
"Don't you?" I remark again, getting a little mad at him.
"No, I was born here. It's in my heart," he explain, quit serious.
"So you're telling me you have a heart of ice," I joke, but his icy blue eyes pull me down under.
"I will try, maybe just to show you I'm not as weak as the rest," he laughs, it's a pleasant sound, even if he's laugh at how stupid I'm sounding.
"I don't doubt that, you know what they say... to every rule there's an exception," he stares directly into my eyes and then he stands up and starts walking down the road.
Without words my eyes follow him, till he disappears when snow starts falling down.