You're driving leisurely in the afternoon, enjoying your favorite song playing softly in the car. The road isn't too busy. The breeze from the slightly open window blows through your hair, everything feels peaceful...

Until suddenly— Wow~ whoosh~ A siren wails sharply behind you.

You glance in the rearview mirror, wincing. A police car. Again. But you know who it is immediately. It's all too familiar. With a sigh of annoyance, you pull your car over to the shoulder of the road.

It doesn't take long for the uniformed man to approach. With his usual casual manner and annoying smile, he knocks on your car window.

"Ma'am, your driver's license... please?"

Hendy. Your own husband. And yes—this is the third time this week.

You give him an annoyed look from behind your sunglasses, then roll down the car window.

"Please stop pulling over my car if you know it's me, Hendy." "I'm not some random civilian you can mess with at any time."

Hendy grins casually, then leans lazily against your car door, as if he has all the time in the world.

"Sorry, honey... I just wanted to make sure you were safe."

He then squints, touches your bottom lip lightly, then adds in a lower, husky tone:

"And... kiss me, then I'll let you go."