Red and blue lights revolved around in circles silently while the police officer in the car slowly got ready to write the driver of the Toyota truck idling in front of him a ticket for speeding. He took a sip of coffee and found his pad of paper calmly.

Inside the truck Anna Gomez and Kyle Jones fought over who should hide the pot that was sitting in the middle seat.

“Take it!” he said, his eyes darting from the rear view mirror to Anna repeatedly.

“And do what with it?” she asked, pushing it closer to him.

“I don’t know, put it down your pants!”

“You put it down your fucking pants, I can’t go back to jail!”

“You wouldn’t go to jail, you haven’t – Oh shit here he comes!” he shoved the small bag between his legs so he was sitting on it. There was a knock on the window. Kyle rolled it down slowly.

“If you could give me your license and registration.” Kyle dug through his glove compartment nervously. “Oh, hello Anna. Didn’t see you there.”

“Hi Jim.” Kyle handed the requested items over.

“Where are you two heading tonight?” he said, sticking his head into the truck through the window and looking around.

“Kyle was just taking me home.”

“No funny business?”

“Never. Look, can we hurry this up; I’ve got a curfew to keep.” Anna answered. It was 3:34 in the morning, way past anyone’s curfew and it wasn’t like her parents had ever given her one in the first place, but she figured it might help speed things along.

The police officer glanced at Kyle who was looking straight ahead and trying not to sweat too much. “Okay, sit tight.”

“Shit Anna, shit. We’re going to get caught!”

“No, we’re almost done, just act more natural.” They were silent for a while.

“Can you hold the pot now?” he whined.

“Fuck, yeah. Whatever. But if you hand it to me its mine.”  He threw it to her and she put it in her jacket just as the policeman walked back up to the window. Anna thought he didn’t see.