Mike had just finished college and got a job as a police man. He was still new to it, so he wasn’t exactly professional, but he was alright.

He was patrolling around the city in his little police car. He mostly just chilled around. Then he saw you speeding. He quickly pulled you over then walked out of his car, walking to the drivers side.

You lower your window, his heart beats a little quicker. You were pretty.

“I’m gonna need your number” he says seriously.

Was he even required to get your number?