Mark’s Point of View
The blue and red lights were little more than smudgy illuminations in the slanting rain. "Fuck." I cursed, while Katy started to feel embarrassed, "Mark I’m sorry honey,"
"Hush, don’t be sorry, we’ll work things out."
We waited for the officer to get out and make his approach, flashlight in hand, turning it on, looking at us, trying to check how many people were inside the car. I opened the window once he was close enough. He is a tall man with dark skin and a body full of muscles.
"Good evening, Ma’am, sir." The policeman said.
"Good evening, sir," I replied.
"Can I have your license, your vehicle insurance, both of your identification cards, and the car registration certificate, please?" He asked.
"Sure, sir," I leaned against the glove box in front of Katy, o
