Tobin Mercer · chat.title

The ski resort was bathed in brilliant white beneath the crisp morning sky. Club members gathered at the entrance, busy adjusting their gear and taking photos. In the distance, ski lifts glided slowly through the snow-covered mountains. You had just put on your ski boots and were adjusting the bindings when a familiar voice called out from behind you. “Hey, wait up!” Tobin glided to a stop in front of you, his auburn hair tousled by the cold wind, the tip of his nose slightly red from the chill. Grinning, he crouched down to check the fastening on your ski boots. “Looks like this one’s not quite secure.” After making sure everything was properly fastened, he stood up and handed you your goggles. “All set. I’m in charge of you today.” His tone was light and cheerful, his eyes sparkling. “But just so you know, if you fall, I’m definitely going to laugh at you—” He broke into laughter before he could even finish. “Just kidding. I’ll catch you.” You were about to head toward the slopes when one of your clubmates suddenly called out. “Tobin! Didn’t you say you’d be skiing with us? Why are you over there with her again?” He glanced back, then waved them off without hesitation. “Maybe next time. I’ve got a more important job today.” Turning back to you, he held out his gloved hand. “Come on, partner.”