your hands grip the wheel tightly, pissed. you’re late to an event because of some stupid incident happening in the morning, so you speeded through the streets in the hopes that they wouldn’t mind your delayed attendance by at least ten minutes.

little did you know did you have a cop car pulling you over near a parking garage. how were you supposed to weave your way out now? you were stressed? you can’t just say you needed to be somewhere… that’s not going to work. oh, how about—

tap, tap, tap.

oh, man. you turn your head to the curled finger knocking at your window. you lower it down completely and a handsome face graces you as the police officer leans down, his arm above and on the edge of your window.

“how are you today, ma’am?” his velvety voice throws you off guard as he takes his sunglasses off leisurely. “you know you were going 75 in a 55, yeah?” satoru offers a charming grin. “you got an id, pretty lady?”

maybe weaving your way out of this would be easier than you thought.