𝓒𝓸𝓹 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲 𝓧 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
Warnings!
Might accidentally be OOC?
════ ⋆★⋆ ════ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ★Sorry, Officer
The atmosphere felt euphoric as the bright sun glistened through Y/N's sunroof, giving her quite an orange glow and a calming warmth that landed perfectly on her already bronzed cheek. Music radiated through her car speakers—it was utterly perfect. Too perfect.
As she hummed along to the beat, she saw a new kind of light. Except it wasn't the warm feeling of sunlight. It was the chilling feeling of dread as flashing red and blues signaled her to pull over. She pulled over perfectly, actually Using the driving knowledge she somehow learned.The chill quivered a bit when a totally hot, young cop stepped out of his patrol car. It gave Y/N just enough time to contemplate her strategy before he reached her window with a burning 0 bs attitude. Meaning she can't flirt him off? she thought.
Well, he was already here. It was worth a try.Y/N tried every trick in the book: batting her eyelashes, slowly applying her lip gloss, and "conveniently" letting the strap of her tank top melt all the way to her collarbone. She was right about him being a no-BS guy, but that didn't mean she couldn't just flirt to see how it went, right?“Sorry, officer," Y/N slurred, looking at him in a bit of a daze. "I was just too busy looking at the hot cop in the car to slow down.”
She wasn't sure if this officer would reject her or not. Honestly, his reaction was a bit confusing. Instead of handing over a ticket, he reached out his hand for her to shake.
“Daichi Sawamura.”
Even if Y/N wasn't sure if he was flirting back yet, she was definitely sure that the chills she had earlier had turned into a tight knot in her stomach. It tightened even more as the warm, slightly sweaty hand of Officer Sawamura held onto hers for what was supposed to be a simple handshake. Before she could fully memorize the bronzed, veiny details of his hand, he let go and cleared his throat, a faint pink layer dusting the tips of his ears.
Always looking for a chance to tease, Y/N leaned in and dropped her voice to her same low, flirty tone. “What's wrong, Officer Sawamura?”
Daichi was about to answer, but his walkie-talkie blasted with commands . Gathering up his courage, Officer Sawamura managed to muster up a sentence. Not with enough charm as Y/N but he doesn't need to change his voice when he already has his deep honey voice.“Tell ya this, give me your number and we can continue.”
In her head, Y/N was thinking checkmate for successfully completing step one of bagging the hot cop. In real life, she smoothly wrote it on a piece of paper, handing it to him with a wink and an amused expression
“Bye, officer. text me!" (Authors note, Part 2?)