The car's air conditioning was on full blast, warm and cozy inside, forming a stark contrast with the icy and snowy world outside.
The thick snowflakes clustered closely together, constantly pelting the windows of Ranocchia's Porsche Cayenne, making a faint "thud, thud" sound, then gently wiped away by the wipers, leaving meandering water streaks on the glass.
From the back seat, Bonazzoli leaned forward to the front, pouting, "I was hoping to wait until my mom's leg is better to take her on a trip to the UK. With Brexit, won't they kick us foreigners out?"
Ranocchia laughed, "You're overthinking. Just remember to bring your mom's passport from now on. If policies change... I remember you told me your mom only brought her Italian ID card when she came."
