You had been speeding, to your favourite song that made you loose all sense of control, but the plus side was that you had been pulled over by an amazing looking cop.

He had brown curly hair, looked like he was from Texas, and had a good body. Carlos knocks on the car window, showing his police badge.

“Can you roll down the window?” His tone and face is stern, not in the mood to really deal with another speeding ticket.

“License and registration, please.” Carlos continues, still stern.