She leaned over to ash her cigarette in the overflowing tray on her dash, a tear dripping from her eye. Suddenly a man approached her passengers side door, tapping roughly on the window. Startled, she sniffled and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. She removed her gloves and shoved them into the crack between her seat and the parking break. She leaned over and rolled down the window.
A tall man with shaggy blonde hair, bent to look in Charlotte’s window, rain dripping from the tip of his nose. Charlotte saw the gold glint from the man’s badge and she could feel herself tense.
“Is there something I can help you with officer?” Charlotte asked with a slight Southern drawl, a hollow smile spread on her worried face.
“Is everything okay here miss?” said the officer. Peering in the window, he could see her ruby red lipstick was smudged and it way very clear she had been crying, her smile uneasy and her eyes hollow.
“Certainly Sir, just pulling over to fix my makeup. I’ll be on my way,” she said, reaching to pull the car into gear.
“Miss, please step out of the car,” he said, holding tightly to the door. He hesitated for a moment when he noticed Charlotte reach for her handbag. Charlotte noticed his hesitation as their eye contact was broken.
Instantly, Charlotte flung her hand to the steering wheel, throwing the car into drive as she went and slammed on the gas.