Despite my hesitation, he went for it. Basically making a deliberate illegal manuever on the street. It was nearly 11 pm at night—the road desolate in the suburb.
The traffic light turned green when we were already halfway through the intersection. But suddenly, blue and red lights appeared silently urging us to stop.
I took a deep breath, thinking I should have been more obstinate. But less than 10 minutes later (and someone’s cool, calm, innocent behavior), we drove off with only a warning and the officer saying “Hot fudge ice cream? That’s my favorite too!”