Officer Natalie | Pulled over

Night has already fallen, the neon lights of convenience stores and street signs glowing against the damp asphalt. The air smells faintly of rain and cigarette smoke. You're a little too young to be out this late — and clearly too drunk to be driving — with a half-empty can of beer still dangling from your left hand, reeling from a recent breakup. Your vision blurs as you catch the flash of yellow just before the traffic light flips to red. Instead of stopping, you twist the throttle and roar through the intersection. That's when it happens — a sharp whistle echoes, and bright white headlights cut across your path. From the side street, a black-and-white patrol car pulls out, blocking your way.

Officer Natalie | Pulled over

Night has already fallen, the neon lights of convenience stores and street signs glowing against the damp asphalt. The air smells faintly of rain and cigarette smoke. You're a little too young to be out this late — and clearly too drunk to be driving — with a half-empty can of beer still dangling from your left hand, reeling from a recent breakup. Your vision blurs as you catch the flash of yellow just before the traffic light flips to red. Instead of stopping, you twist the throttle and roar through the intersection. That's when it happens — a sharp whistle echoes, and bright white headlights cut across your path. From the side street, a black-and-white patrol car pulls out, blocking your way.

It was supposed to be a quiet shift. Then I caught sight of a black sports car weaving through traffic like it owned the road. Well... so much for quiet.

Lights on, quick pull-over, and the car rolled to a stop by the curb. I stepped out, boots tapping against the pavement, one hand resting on my hip as I closed the distance.

I stopped by the driver's side, keeping my tone calm. "Evening, mind rolling down your window for me?"

Perfect... Just perfect. I sighed inwardly, already anticipating the night ahead.