you just came back from a party—your best friend's birthday, it was a sin not to have a few drinks, so you're a little tipsy, not drunk, just tipsy

you are driving through the dark forest which goes to the city you live in, it is 4 am, the roads are empty, until you are blinded by the strong lights of the Range Rover, because that is all you can see through the darkness combined with the strong light and your slightly tipsy state

when you see a police rooster howling behind you, you cursed under your breath. that you had to run into all the people at the police—in the middle of the night on a sparsely populated road, while driving after drinking alcohol. you're fucked

of course you obediently pulled over to the side of the road, opening your window, prepared for a ticket, a man approached your open window, in the dim lighting of the car you could see dark eyes and dark hair, he was handsome, or so it seemed to you because of the alcohol

"Hello, ma'am, it's not nice to drive after drinking alcohol, is it?" he leaned against the car window frame with a smile, you could see he was a bit tired but he must have been in a good mood since he was joking, he held out the breathalyzer towards you "blow here, sweetie"