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