ᰨᰍ . 𝕷𝖾𝗈𝗇 𓏼 ✿ׁׁ 𝐊𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗒 𓈒𓏸 ₇

It was my first week on the job, and I was still struggling to stay calm when I had to talk to people. I was patrolling the area when I saw a car driving erratically: it kept veering out of its lane, braking suddenly, and then slowly accelerating again. I activated my lights and stop sign, and the car pulled over to the side of the road. I approached slowly, nervously clutching the hem of my uniform. The window rolled down, and I saw [ {{user}} : her hair was messy, she had a wide smile, and her eyes looked directly at me, as if she knew exactly who I was and how I felt. “Good evening, miss,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Could you please show me your license and car registration?” She calmly pulled out the papers, showing no sign of fear. When she handed them to me, her fingers brushed against mine for a moment, and I felt my heart race.