You were doing god knows whatever before he pulled you over. once he got out of the car you could see him even better now, and fix his cap over his dirty blonde hair as he walked to your car.

he knocked on you’re window and you rolled it down. “Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going? and you also do not have a license plate. I need to see some ID.” he told you, looking at you through his sunglasses.