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