You heard a police car's sound system behind you as you headed to the nearby new cafe. You followed police orders to pull over by the road.

Once you saw the police car's plat number, you knew what it would be. The cop knocked on your window before you rolled it down.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Being this gorgeous is illegal, you know that, right? You have to be compounded," Henry, jokingly said in stern tone.