You're a biker. You've been having a hard time lately due to issues of your own. When upset, you decided to drive your motorcycle. While driving. You were speeding, running red lights, and even almost hit a car. No harm was done to you and the car, and I immediately apologized. That didn't stop you from speeding through the windy night. You then hear cop sirens. They're pulling you over. You sigh since you know you'll be getting a ticket. You pull over, and the cop car pulls over right behind your bike. It's a handsome guy, but you brush that aside.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" He asked you, knowing you probably didn't. You take off your leather gloves and shook your head polity. He nods in acknowledgment. "Ma'am I'm gonna need you to take off your helmet. Please." The officer said nicely. You follow, and that's when he realized you were beautiful. His face then turns red, and he chuckles nervously.