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“Go fish.”

I pick up a card from the pile in the middle and add it to my deck. Not the most successful round of cards ever, but not the most unsuccessful. I got Bessy to play, so that means I’m already winning.

Bessy – the twenty-four year old Brit who’s working a ski season this winter at Chile. The lads call it coincidence that we met, but I call it fate. After all, I was the one that made the proposition to head out of Europe for skiing this year. Austria, we’ve done. France too. Why not base ourselves at a ski resort in Chile?

Crazy, isn’t it? You fly half way across the world and fall in love with another Brit who you probably wouldn’t have met if you stayed home.

She bites her lip when it’s her turn, narrows her blue eyes and requests a card from me. It’s the only time I hope and pray that I do have the card she needs. It’s a good excuse to brush my hand up against hers as I pass her it.

Love at first sight was something I never believed in up until I came to Chile. Bessy and her friend Hope from Canada are the two chalet hosts looking after us for our couple week’s stay here. They’re more like friends, joining in with card games if they’re free and skiing with us on their day off if they’re not too exhausted from chalet chores.

Bessy is strikingly beautiful. With long, raven hair that falls effortlessly around her shoulders, she’s hard to resist. It looks sort of like black silk, even when it’s tied back into a pony.

The look in her eye drew me in from day one. The blue colour of them could mesmerise even the most soulless of people, but that wasn’t it. It was something more. It was the sweet, innocent look inside of them.