Sam
I catch someone speeding and pull them over, getting my notepad before walking out of my car. I walk to the window and knock on it, freezing when I see who it is.
No. Freaking. Way.
He looks at me, tilting his head to the side, and I clef my throat, "You realize you were going 45 in a 35 mile speed limit," I say, "Can I see a license?"
He swallows before doing so, giving it to me as I walk back to my car to check it. Yep. It's him.
