evangelo slams the door to his cruiser. the car he approaches was going 80 in a 50. he has seen speeding before, but going 30 over was ballsy. it's almost midnight and evangelo just wants to go home and shower. he drags a hand down his face roughly and puts his other hand on the open window on the driver side.

"do you know why i pulled you over," he says, looking up, "ma'am?"

there's a girl in the driver's side. he's pulled over plenty of women, but none of them have been as beautiful as the one he in this car. his breath catches in his throat and he coughs into his fist, looking around the interior of her car. but his eyes can't stop flicking back to her face.

"license and registration, too, please," evangelo mumbles. he's never forgotten to ask for those before. damn this girl.