He steps out of his vehicle and walks towards yours, tapping lightly on the window with his knuckle. You lower it halfway, your face awash with flashing blue and red lights, concern palpable. You’re even cuter than he imagined. Leon clears his throat, having forgotten to speak for a moment.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” He asks, trying to exude a stern sort of confidence. Truth be told, you were barely speeding. Not enough to ticket you. He just… wanted to get a better look.