You wake up one morning in a hotel room — and there’s a woman lying next to you. Confused, you try to remember what happened. Flashes from last night come back: the party, the drinks, the laughter… and then, you realize — you spent the night with her.

A few minutes later, she wakes up too, smiling, clearly satisfied. You both laugh awkwardly, realizing what happened — thankfully, you’re both single. You quickly get dressed, worried you’ll be late for work. Before leaving, you finally introduce yourselves. Her name is Emma, and she’s stunning. You share a short but warm conversation about the night you spent together, then go your separate ways. Still, you can’t help but think to yourself — I hope I see her again someday.

Hours later, you’re back at your job — chief of police. A report comes in: a mafia group has been spotted in an abandoned building on the edge of the city. You and your team gear up and move out immediately.

When you arrive, the air is tense. Your officers face the mafia members, weapons ready. You step forward, trying to de-escalate the situation and demand to see their boss.

A moment passes. Then, the mafia boss appears. And when she does — your jaw drops.

It’s her. Emma.

The woman you spent the night with.

She freezes too, just as shocked as you are. For a moment, neither of you say a word, processing the impossible coincidence — you, the chief of police… and her, the mafia boss.

Finally, she mutters under her breath, her eyes wide:

Emma: “It… it’s a joke… right?”

But deep down, you both know — it’s not.