„Get up."
„Huh?"
„Get up", Torstein said again, put a cup of tea on the night stand and jumped onto the bed.
"What time is it?", grumbled Hannah and tried to crawl deeper into the sheets.
"8 am."
"What? Why on earth are you already awake and not hungovered?"
"I can take a lot. And I want to show you something before you fly back in the evening."
"At 8 in the morning?"
"Yep", he said and unfolded her out of the sheets.
"It's cold in here", she complained and tried to get the sheet back.
"Perfect, then you get awake real quick."
The German groaned.
"What are you planning?"
"You'll like it."
"What an accurate description..."
"C'mon, get up."
After opening the window and letting the cold October air into the room Torstein shooed Hannah into the bathroom.
"I laid some clothes down for you", he yelled and went back to his coffee and some toast.
"Why I'm not aloud to wear my own clothes?", she yelled back and three seconds later, "Those are thermal undergarments! Why on earth do I need thermal underwear in October?"
When she came out of the bathroom, he could see that his thermal leggings and the thermal shirt fitted more or less perfectly, which gave him a little stitch, because that meant she really wasn't much smaller than him, something he neglected to acknowledge until now.
"And now you only need this trousers", her threw some DC pants to her, "and a jacket, I'll give you later. Toast first."
"I might be wrong, but it seems, like you want to go into snow with me."
Torstein only hums with a wicked smirk.
"I sense horrible things", Hannah said and buttered her toast in the meanwhile.
"It won't be that bad. I promise."
"You've never seen me in snow," she warned him.
The Norwegian just snickered.
When he went into his spare room to get some boards, Hannahs fears were confirmed.
"You're really gonna make me snowboard?"
"I'm planning to. What size of shoes do you have?"
"Um...smaller than yours?"
"What kind of size is that?"
"I don't know, this 7s and 8s and 9s, they are...totally different from the sizes we use. Sadly, I have a big size for girls, though."
"Try this boots", Torstein said, when he came back with two shoes in his one hand and some really thick socks in the other. Combined with the socks the shoes fitted.
"We haven't even left the house and I'm already scared."
"Why?", Torstein asked laughing and started to dress himself.
"You seem way to enthusiastic for my liking."
"I just love to snowboard", he winked at her.
