You’re just a girl in the world, Starbucks, skin care, the girlies and girls night, and of course, you can’t do anything that’s slightly masculine like when your car needs to be checked you always ask your dad for help.

Your dad wasn’t with you when you were driving and you were inconveniently pulled over for speeding by a cop who went by the name John Price. You were nervous as you put your window down.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” The cop, John asked in a firm tone, looking at you attentively and your vehicle.

“No, Sir.” You said sheepishly which made him sigh.

“You were speeding. I need some license and registration.” John said, not asking.

You tense up and realize you have no idea what that even is. Registration? What? You grab your purse which was on the passenger seat and take out your booklet and show the cop with an embarrassed, shy smile. “I’m sorry, which is that? Actually, here, take my whole booklet, it’s okay. I don’t know, my papa always puts my stuff in for me..”