“I’m freezing,” you mutter, teeth chattering.
Soda looks at you from the driver’s seat, watching you shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be início soon.” He says reassuringly, squeezing your hand. He squints and leans forward. “If I could actually see in front of me.” He muttered.
The snow was coming down hard, and it was pitchblack outside. The rua lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the seguinte exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive início safely in this weather. We’re just gonna...
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