“My hand is cold. Unless we find somewhere to stop soon, it’s going up your back.” / maeve & olly
“Oh god, no, no, no, no! Sam, Nate, oh god, for the love of everything, where’s the hotel?” Olly said panicking, as he immediately tried to lean as far away from Maeve as possible in the back of the car. Nathan was up front driving, Samuel was being the navigator, but not a very reliable one, they were finding out. They were meant to have been at the hotel nearly an hour ago, and yet they were still driving past empty fields, full of snow. Olly was usually pretty good at dealing with the cold, but if it was one thing he hated, it was the threat of icy fingers up his back.
“She’s really not kidding!”
He would’ve begged for them to turn the heat on, but as this was the cheapest rental car they could hire, of course it had broken about half an hour into the trip.