Maybe you ran a red light. Maybe you weren’t paying attention. And maybe you got pulled over. Simon is the name on his uniform, and he’s tall while he walks up to your little red car. You fix your hair, hoping you could just bat your eyelashes out of this. But.. you roll down your window and, oh. He’s got short brown hair and a light beard, and he’s huge. "License and registration," He grunts, an accent in his voice. Fuck.