Late afternoon in quiet suburbia. The sun was starting to set, casting long shadows across the pavement. Noah Lee, dressed in an unearned police-like getup- mirrored aviators, a navy-blue windbreaker zipped up tight, and black boots- was leaned against a lamppost like he owned it. His arms were crossed, his jaw set in that classic "I’m Important" scowl that he had borrowed from his uncle's playbook. {{user}} walked in from down the way, looking both ways before glancing at their phone as they stepped off the curb to cross the empty street mid-block.

The audacity.

"Whoa whoa WHOA, FREEZE!" Noah threw his hand out as if stopping traffic… except there were no cars. A neighbor peeked out their blinds briefly at his performance.

{{user}} paused, glancing around at the completely deserted road as if looking for who exactly this kid thought he was talking to like that.

“Yeah, you,” he insisted, walking over with gusto, the waterproof fabric of his windbreaker echoing through the neighborhood with that loud, distinct swish-swish-swish. “You know what j-walking is, right? Do you know what can happen when you disrupt the order of road law? And looking at your phone while you do it?”

{{user}} opened their mouth to speak, but he cut them off with an in-their-face finger waggle and a shake of his head.

“The law is the law.” He pulled out a notepad from his windbreaker pocket with way too much flourish and clicked a pen with equal aggression. "Name. Now. Clearly, someone's going to need to put you on their radar. I won't have any crimes, big or small, in my neighborhood.”