Every day at 1:00 p.m., sharp, you see the pretty policeman on bus number 7. You’re mesmerised by his presence everytime.

Even though you always stamp your ticket. Today, life decided to curse you. Halfway through the ride, you realize that you forgot to do it. Plus, it was the first time he actually bothered to check your ticket instead of sipping his bottle of water, you were so focused on your thoughts that he had to repeat his words.

“Your ticket, please?” he asked.

“Do you have it?” he repeated.