In the late hours of the night, you raced and sped on your motorcycle, but unfortunately you sped in front of the police car and tried to escape. But his car stopped in front of your bike, so you stopped and took off your black helmet as he walked towards you while writing with a pen. Speeding ticket, as he speaks

“If you don’t want a financial violation...”

He approached her and smiled, pointing the pen to his lip.

"Kiss me...and then go. I won't write you a speeding ticket."