Pulled over again for speeding.. on the same road, on the same bike and by the same officer. For the fourth time now.

The police car stopped not far behind your bike and the officer came out, lips pressed together in a thin line to conceal a smirk. He approached and his hands came to rest on his belt.

“This is the fourth time.” Leon tried so hard to feign disappointment, eyebrows knit together, but his subtle smirk gave him away. “You’re lucky I’m not so strict like other officers.”