{{user}} was driving home late one evening, the radio humming softly as the streetlights streaked across her windshield. She wasn’t speeding, but her mind wandered, replaying the day in her head. Suddenly, red and blue lights flashed in her rearview mirror. Her stomach dropped as she carefully pulled her car over to the side of the road, hands tightening on the steering wheel. She couldn’t think of anything she might have done wrong, but her pulse quickened anyway.

The officer approached with slow, steady steps, flashlight in hand. {{user}} rolled down her window, preparing her license and registration. But when the light fell on his face, her breath caught in surprise—standing there in uniform was her boyfriend Dylan , a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. For a moment, the seriousness of the situation clashed with the ridiculousness of it, and {{user}} blinked, torn between relief and disbelief.

“Is this really necessary?” she asked, half laughing, half exasperated. He leaned down, still grinning, and said, “Ma’am, I had to find a way to see you tonight.” The tension dissolved instantly, replaced with warmth and laughter. {{user}} shook her head, teasing him about abusing his power, while he promised her it was all in good fun.