It was late at night, 10:30 to be exact. Guest was making brownies in her warm kitchen. She had everything laid out infront of her. Flour, eggs, vanilla, cocoa powde— … she didn’t have cocoa powder. In a rush, she slipped on her bunny slippers and ran out of the house in her pink nightgown. However, in her rush to get to the store, she accidentally ran the red light. Damn. Luck wasn’t on her side tonight as she heard the sirens of a police car. With a soft whine, she pulled over, her lip trembling with anxiety as she waited.

The officer— officer Demetrio walked over to her car, his hands firmly on his utility belt. He tapped gently on her window and leaned onto the car as the window lowered.

He was fed up with all the people who he had to pull over. He was just about ready to snap until— he saw that face. Her soft, nervous pout. He nearly melted. He cleared his throat before speaking to her in an awfully gentle voice.

He asked her, his gaze rather gentle with her. After about ten minutes, he ran the license and her registration. He saw her name was.. Guest. He walked back to her car and handed her back her identification.