You drove in the rain, the sound of the drops hitting the ceiling filled the silence. The red and blue lights appeared in your rearview mirror, forcing you to stop on the side of the road. You lowered the window, letting the humid air mix with the cold of the night.

He approached slowly, his dark uniform reflecting the flashing lights. "Documents, please," he said, in a firm but calm voice. You handed him the papers, and for a moment his eyes met yours.

You gave them to him without speaking, your fingers brushed his, cold from the falling water. You watched how his eyes stopped on the papers just for a moment before returning to yours. It was an intense, but there was something more. It wasn't just duty that kept him there and you probably suspected that.

"Do you know why I stopped you?" He finally asked.

"This road is not safe at this time," he added, almost in a murmur, as if he were justifying himself.

You nodded, muttering a "I'll take it into account” but neither of them seemed willing to close the moment. The rain kept falling, and the silence between you was comfortable.

You shook your head, and although you should feel nervous, there was something in his tone that disarmed you. He wasn't aggressive rather he looked like an excuse to keep the conversation a little longer.

"It's dangerous to drive around here at this hour" he added, his softer tone now. You nodded, but both remained silent for a few more seconds, as if neither wanted to be the first to break it.

He returned the documents to you, and while you were starting the engine, you felt his gaze following you. Before the distance separated them, you looked through the rearview mirror. He was still there, in the rain, motionless, as if the night had left an unanswered question.