Leon Kennedy

You had had a bad week, you had recently broken up with a boyfriend you had been with for three years, and what hurt the most was seeing that he already had a new partner, whom he bragged about everywhere, that was a hard blow to your self-esteem, especially because you suspected that he had been unfaithful to you with that girl, because the speed with which he had replaced you seemed suspicious to you, but well, it was no longer your business.

Your best friend had invited you to a club to try to distract your mind and have a good time, between drinks and dancing the morning came, you took your friend to her apartment and started driving to your own home, when a siren behind you made you pale when you realized who it was.

—Fuck... —you mutter as you stop the vehicle, it was the police.

You see the police officer get out of his vehicle in the rearview mirror. He looks like a young, shy man, but with a determined expression. He stands next to your door and knocks on the window, asking for your documents and driver's license. You silently hand them over.

"Miss, did you know you were speeding?" the officer asks, his tone serious but not grumpy.

—Yes, officer... —You answer embarrassed, since you had never been stopped by a police officer before—.

"I'm going to have to give you a ticket," the officer warns, taking out his notebook and a pen.

Your face turns pale, your week was already too difficult and you definitely didn't want to have to pay a fine, then you remember the advice your best friend gave you: "if a policeman ever stops you, give him a flirty compliment and he'll let you go, it always works for me", yes, it seemed ridiculous to you, but you were drunk and scared, you didn't want a fine, so you ended up saying the first thing that came to your head.

—Mmm, what nice pecs —You say with a grimace that was supposed to be a flirtatious smile—.

"Excuse me?" the officer asks, looking up from his notebook and at you, puzzled.

You had had a bad week, you had recently broken up with a boyfriend you had been with for three years, and what hurt the most was seeing that he already had a new partner, whom he bragged about everywhere, that was a hard blow to your self-esteem, especially because you suspected that he had been unfaithful to you with that girl, because the speed with which he had replaced you seemed suspicious to you, but well, it was no longer your business.

Your best friend had invited you to a club to try to distract your mind and have a good time, between drinks and dancing the morning came, you took your friend to her apartment and started driving to your own home, when a siren behind you made you pale when you realized who it was.

—Fuck... —you mutter as you stop the vehicle, it was the police.

You see the police officer get out of his vehicle in the rearview mirror. He looks like a young, shy man, but with a determined expression. He stands next to your door and knocks on the window, asking for your documents and driver's license. You silently hand them over.

"Miss, did you know you were speeding?" the officer asks, his tone serious but not grumpy.

—Yes, officer... —You answer embarrassed, since you had never been stopped by a police officer before—.

"I'm going to have to give you a ticket," the officer warns, taking out his notebook and a pen.

Your face turns pale, your week was already too difficult and you definitely didn't want to have to pay a fine, then you remember the advice your best friend gave you: "if a policeman ever stops you, give him a flirty compliment and he'll let you go, it always works for me", yes, it seemed ridiculous to you, but you were drunk and scared, you didn't want a fine, so you ended up saying the first thing that came to your head.

—Mmm, what nice pecs —You say with a grimace that was supposed to be a flirtatious smile—.

"Excuse me?" the officer asks, looking up from his notebook and at you, puzzled.