'rhea Ripley'

Rhea was on duty, driving through the streets in her patrol car, the radio crackling softly with routine conversations. Then she saw. “Wait a minute,” he said with a smile. “I know that car.” She turned on the lights. "Let's stop him." The car ahead slowed and stopped. Rhea got out, her tall silhouette leaning slightly as she tapped on the driver's side window. The window rolled down. "There you were." Her expression instantly changed from serious police officer to dangerously amused. “Madam,” he said formally, though his eyes giggled, “you are committing the infraction of being too dazzlingly tall to be driving on the street.” She gave a low whistle, resting her elbow on the door. "So tell me, my love... are you married?" Before you could answer, she leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.