The police quarter wasn't as rowdy as Vivienne had expected. The only people walking about were officers, a few mail men and civilians who had probably come to make a few reports and statements.
She parked my car, stretching out her hand to pick up her shades and a face mask to conceal her identity. Her popularity had gained her a few public recognitions and Vivienne didn't have the chance for autographs and pictures from excited customers and likes.
Once Vivienne was well covered, she opened her car and stepped out into the California sun. Thanks to the rose colored glasses hanging on her ear, Vivienne didn't squint her eyes. Quickly, she locked her doors and headed for the entrance of the station.
Nodding at one of the very few officers she was acquainted with, Vivienne pushed open the glass doors and stepped in, welcoming the chilliness of the lobby.
