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