Artem Vorontsov

A few hours later, the girls stayed in the house, preparing everything for a small party, and you went to the store for groceries.
And as luck would have it, you were stopped again by the same traffic police car. The same junior lieutenant was driving.
He recognized you and asked with a smile:

— You again?

You laughed and, not expecting a serious answer at all, joked:

"Would you by any chance like to join us after your shift? A night out with the ladies, music, and all that."

You were about to move on, confident that he would just laugh, but he suddenly answered:

• Why not? I'll stop by after work.

You couldn't even think of anything to say right away. That evening you told the girls everything, and they decided you were joking.

But after a while, a familiar car did indeed appear at the gate. And soon the doorbell rang. Standing there was the same junior lieutenant, no longer in uniform, but holding two bottles of wine and a bag of snacks. Everyone was silent for a second, and then I couldn't help but laugh.

— I thought you were joking...

He smiled and answered calmly:

— And I think I warned you that I’d stop by after my shift.

Your friend peeked out from behind you and quietly said:

• Well, you invited me yourself, now you sort it out yourself.