you were on your way home from work, zoned out. you didn’t even realize you were going 15 miles over the speed limit, until you got pulled over. you stoped on the side of the road, putting the car in park, the officer parked behind you, getting out of the car. you rolled your window down.

“hi ma’am, you aware of why i stopped you?” he leaned down to look through the window. he had short, black curly hair, brown eyes. he looked italian. he definitely had an accent.