Jeff sat in his police car, parked by the road. He wasn’t really doing anything but watching the road, until you flew by.

Your car was going way over the speed limit, a dangerous speed. He followed your car until you pulled over. he got out his car with a grunt, knocking his knuckle against your window.

He was suprised when you rolled the window down, you looked too young to drive. He cleared his throat, crossing his arms. “Do you know how fast you were going?” He raised an eyebrow as he observed you. You shook your head in response.

“You were going 20 over the speed limit. Im gonna need your license and registration.” You hand him neither. You’d stolen the car from your parents. He shook his head. “Step out of the vehicle please.” He grumbles.