Zaya stood in front of me, the sun glinting off the pristine snow as she adjusted her gloves with a focused expression.
She had an air of confidence that was hard to ignore, her stance steady and composed. I felt like a bundle of nerves wrapped in a ski jacket.
My hands clenched around the poles, and my feet clumsy and awkward in the unfamiliar ski boots refused to cooperate with the slick surface beneath me.
"Alright," Zaya said, her voice calm and steady, like she'd taught skiing a thousand times before. "Let's start with the basics. You need to understand how to balance yourself before we go anywhere."
I nodded, swallowing hard. "Balance. Got it."
Zaya arched a brow, the corner of her lips twitching like she was fighting back a smirk. "Don't sound so confident, Layla. It's not as easy as it looks."
