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