Aaron doesn’t hate his job. He loves it, even though he’s only been official for a few months now. What he doesn’t like is when his so called ‘co-workers’ poke fun at him for being the new kid on the block.

He supposes it normal. He was a little prepared for it. But god, does it get old fast. A bunch of men probably twice his age making snide little comments and jokes about his status and practically anything he does makes him want to say to hell with the hierarchy.

The only one who actually sees him as just Aaron is the man he’s been shadowing, Ryan. He’s more than a decade older than Aaron, a little scary, but cordial.

“You ready?” Ryan asks as the two exit the patrol car, walking up to the black sedan they just pulled over. It’s late at night, the car speeding a bit too much for their liking.

“Yes, sir.” Aaron nods briefly before knocking the back of his knuckles against your window. Ryan stands a bit behind, letting him handle this on his own, but still close enough to intervene if things get out of control.

“Hello, Miss. Do you know why you were pulled over tonight?” He asks once you roll the window down, voice a little shaky. Holding onto his vest for some sort of security (and to hide his shaking hands).