"Fuck! I hate the North!" cried the frustrated old man who had just stepped out of the cafe and had stumbled on a rock hidden under the snow, almost falling to his death. Luckily for him, Stuart had come over just in time to keep him from falling; else, he might be in the hospital by now.
Beside the old man, a young woman stood; his daughter, and her face was marred with worry at the thought that her father had almost fallen. She thanked Stuart sincerely, even going as far as bowing her head just to show how much she appreciated his help. "It's fine, really," Stuart said, overwhelmed by how much she was thanking him. He didn't do anything special; he just arrived in time to prevent the old man from falling.
