The Outsiders

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

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

“We’ll be ہوم 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 سٹریٹ, گلی lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.

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

“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”

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