you were cruising down the highway at the correct speed. nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary. you’re listening to music until you see flashing lights in your rear view mirror. you sigh and pull over, fixing your hair and putting a piece of gum in your mouth, just in case it was your boyfriend.

and speak of the devil, it was.

you watch him step out of his patrol car and head towards your car. you roll down your window and watch as he rests his elbows on your door.

”know why i pulled you over, ma’am?”