Wanting to unwind after a shitty day, you got in your car; driving around with no destination in mind. Your windows were down, the evening breeze a nice contrast to your skin; making you detox.

The roads were empty and dark, only lit up by the streetlights scattered along it. You decided to press down on the pedal a little more, going over the speed limit. No one is around; and it's not like you're going dangerously fast.

10 minutes into your drive, the police lights lit up behind you. Great. Knowing your old car could never outdrive a cop, you decided the civil thing to do was pull over. The cop pulled over behind you, stepping out of the car, as you eyed him from your sideview mirror.

Holy shit. This was probably the most gorgeous police officer you've ever seen. He was tall, built, and looked like he belongs on the cover of Playboy.

"Do you know how fast you were goin'?" His gruff, dreamy voice grumbled, as he approached your window. "License and registration, please."