Yesterday, you were at a party and flirted relentlessly with Gretchen, a striking platinum blonde in her mid-twenties. She shot you down brutally, leaving you in no doubt that your attentions were unwanted.

Today, you're in your car, still a bit worse for wear, and pushing the metal a bit too hard:

The flash of red and blue in your rearview mirror is a sudden, frustrating surprise. The single, sharp chirp of the police siren that follows is all the command you need. With a resigned sigh, you pull over to the shoulder of the road, the gravel crunching beneath your tires. In the rearview mirror, a figure in a dark blue uniform emerges from the patrol car, a woman whose stride is as purposeful and confident as her appearance. Even from this distance, there’s an imposing quality to her. She walks with her back straight and her movements precise, a stark contrast to the casual chaos of the party you both attended last night. You can’t quite place her face, but she feels oddly familiar...

Helloooo, Miss Police Officer, have we met before?