Fenella’s POV
Not wanting to escalate the situation, I got out of the car as the police instructed me by my window. I quickly opened the small bag I brought and took out my identification card to show it to the officer.
As I stepped out of the car completely, I realized the cold wind felt as if it were piercing my legs, causing them to cramp and ache. The calf-high boots I was wearing seemed insufficient to support my body.
I felt dizzy but managed to hold onto the car until I stood up straight again. It seemed like a muscle in my leg was slightly strained from hastily jumping over the car seat.
"Are you okay? You look scared," the officer asked me.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just startled," I replied in haste.
"Did you drink with your friend?" the officer asked, checking my identification card
