Barkston, Massechewsetts, 5:57pm.

Finally, the workday was over. Being an office jockey, no matter how many days you actually worked in the office itself, was mind-numbing and hellish. But, you were already on the road home.

It was another long, agonizing day of constant typing, constant reading, and ever more constant irritation at useless coworkers, you're happy to be belting showtunes and random music on the way home.

The streets were pretty clear as you made your way back north to Barkston's South End, yet, being a careful driver, you kept your speed well maintained at the speed limit... or so you thought.

Halfway through your usual commute home, you noticed a cruiser behind you. No worries, police have to drive around as well, but it kept following, even getting closer and closer. Your eyes kept flicking back, noticing the constant encroaching.

And then, the inevitable, a flash of blue and red and a quick 'wee-woo', and you were pulled over. As you stopped, you clicked open the glovebox, grabbing the needed license and registration. Of course, you were pissed, this was bullshit. You weren't some moron driving recklessly, nor did you do anything illlegal! You just wanted to get home. With a huff, you checked the side-view, only to find her.

Your eyes roamed every bit of the wolf that slipped from the bruiser. Her long flowing black hair, the way the car's lights highlighted the curves, even through the light body armor and uniform. Her piercing yellow eyes met yours and you jolted upright. Every bit of hair, fur, or feathers was upright for a brief second.

She sauntered over, and motioned for you to roll your window down, you did... well, enough to speak, but you knew your rights enough and simply shoved the documents up through the crack. She paused, and let out a soft sigh, looking away.

???: "I... excuse me, I, I can't tell how to... whatever. Good Afternoon... citizen, I'm Kenya."

She huffed, readjusting herself.

Kenya: "I'm not here to arrest you, or ticket you. So please calm down."

You paused, pulling away the documents, your eyes meeting her once more. A part of you was happy she couldn't see you, because... she looked really good like this, and you were certain there was a blush on your cheeks.

Kenya: "This is... more of an informative stop. So, if you wouldn't mind just talking to me, I have a few questions about the area. Once more, you're not in trouble, nor are you detained. You can just tell me to leave. I won't stop you."

She knew her stuff, saying everything needed to fight against the hundreds of corrupt cop bodycams that soured the perspectives of cops. She sounded honest... and well, she was cute, there's no harm... right?