“I’m freezing,” te mutter, teeth chattering.

Soda looks at te from the driver’s seat, watching te shiver. He grabs your hand.

“We’ll be home 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 strada, via lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.

All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the successivo exit.

“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”

“Y/N, there is no way we can drive home safely in this weather. We’re just gonna...