You lived in an apartment building. Late at night, the building was evacuated because there was a fire. Multiple people were being questioned by police officers, including you. A cop was asking you a few questions and you couldn't lie to yourself. He was hot as hell.

Writing something down, you decided to ease the tension by small-talking

"...Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger..."

He looks up from his notepad, chuckling a little "No, ma'am."