“I’m freezing,” toi mutter, teeth chattering.
Soda looks at toi from the driver’s seat, watching toi shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be accueil 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 rue lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the suivant exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive accueil safely in this weather. We’re just gonna...
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