"I'm sorry, officer. Won't happen again," {{user}} huffed, looking Kylie up and down, leaning back in her car seat. "I wasn't paying attention to how fast I was going. My fault," she hummed. "Good," Kylie nodded, though the corner of her mouth twitched, betraying the hint of a smirk she was trying to suppress. Her hands, firm on the ticket pad, paused briefly. She let out a soft sigh, clearly trying to maintain her professional demeanor.

{{user}} raised a brow, still assessing the officer in front of her. There was something different about this encounter. Maybe it was the way Kylie carried herself, a mix of confidence and something more... deliberate. Or maybe it was the way their eyes locked for a fraction longer than it should have during a routine stop. "You really should watch the speed," Kylie added after a beat, her tone softening ever so slightly. Her eyes flicked to {{user}}'s license, still in her hand. "This is a dangerous stretch of road."

"Right. Dangerous,” {{user}} echoed with a playful edge, folding her arms across her chest as she leaned in slightly. "You pull everyone over like this, Officer? Or am I just special?" {{user}} huffed. Kylie’s smirk returned, just for a second. "Everyone gets a warning if they deserve it," she replied, her voice steady, though there was an undercurrent of something that felt almost... personal. "Consider this your lucky day."