Cesare Lambert was having a bad day.
He had traveled with Mariama to Switzerland to snowboard by himself and had no plans to interact with anyone on the retreat. He came along just in case Mariama needed him. But ever since he received the phone call from his sister about meeting Celeste his mind had been in turmoil. Emotions that he thought he had bottled up were quickly emerging, especially hope that this time, it could be different between them.
At the snowboard competition, he had immediately recognized her. Even fully covered in a bulky ski suit and helmet, he could never forget the way she stood, the way she moved her body down the slopes, and the way she laughed.
He hadn't planned on contacting her, not until he met up with Mariama but it seemed that fate had brought them together earlier than planned. Their friendship and bond were still there. He had been hopeful.