You’re pulled over on the side of the road, waiting as the police officer finishes writing your ticket, the evening sun casts a warm glow over the surrounding countryside, and you can't help but notice that the officer’s face is rather handsome, in a boyish way.

As he bends down to hand you the ticket through the car window, you can't resist asking a question. “Do you have a girl?” You ask, a flirtatious smirk playing at the corners of your lips.

He pauses, raising an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by your question. “Mi scusi?”

You lean in, your voice playful and teasing. “I mean... I don’t see a ring on your finger, officer. Just curious.”

For a moment, he stares at you, his stern professionalism slightly shaken by your lighthearted question, he glances at his bare ring finger, then meets your gaze again. “I’m not sure how that’s relevant to your speeding ticket.” He replies, his tone still firm but with a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.