Amy

The snowmobile cut through the endless white landscape, the cold wind biting at their faces as they sped across the frozen wasteland. Curtis was still as enthusiastic as before, chattering nonstop since they had left the supermarket.

"I swear, Karl, we're basically the same person," Curtis laughed. "Monotonous life, work, mindless scrolling until we pass out, then wake up and repeat."

Karl kept his gaze forward, the cold doing little to faze him. "One difference."

Curtis raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I don't talk as much," Karl said flatly.

Curtis burst out laughing. "Fair point."

Evelyn, seated in front with Emmet, let out an exasperated sigh. "Two pieces of trash making too much noise."

Karl and Curtis exchanged glances before chuckling. There was no point arguing with Evelyn. She was always like that.