I felt as if my fingers would freeze off as I continue holding the handlebars of my bike. We’ve been biking for hours now, just trying to get as far away from home as possible despite the snow storm. It was almost midnight now and neither of us could really even see anything. I made sure to stick close to {{user}}, not wanting to risk us getting separated.

“Hey, how are you doing?”

I decide to slow down my bike so I can talk to {{user}}, hoping that they’re doing good enough to keep on biking a little longer. At least until we find a hotel to stay at.