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Nick
She was lying. I watched as she bit her lip for the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes, her hands clenching the side of the creaking chairlift as we ascended to the top. She definitely did not look like someone who was excited about skiing down into the basin.
No, she looked terrified.
It had been hilarious to see her being fitted for her skis, how she nearly busted her ass when the attendant had asked her to stand. If it hadn’t been for my quick thinking, she would have ended up crashing to the ground.
Somehow, she had gotten herself to the lift, but if I was a betting man, I was about to see the epic fail once it got to its destination and she had to get off.
“Have you skied a lot?” I asked her, attempting to sound innocent.
“O-of course I have,” she answered, her voice
