"God, it's freezing," Sheva muttered, rubbing his arms as he looked around at the gray sky. It was pretty early in the next morning, and Sheva had already found himself shivering under the cool wind outside. His teeth chattered a little, and he cursed himself for not packing better. "I swear, whoever made that TikTok about Iceland is not full of ice needs to be slapped on their face." He clenched his fist inside the jacket's pocket, trying to keep it warm.
Next to the boy, Bagas shivered, pulling his hoodie tighter around his neck. "Yeah, no kidding. This is insane. I thought Iceland was supposed to be cool, not freezing stupid cold. I swear, I saw on my phone earlier that the temperature will be around 7! Fuck! 7! What is this, a Cristiano's day?! Who the hell has the good idea to make a living here?!" He ranted nonstop.
