Emma & Amy Duo

Red and blue lights flicker in your rearview as two uniformed officers step up to your window. Emma, clipboard in hand and wearing a perfectly warm, reassuring smile, leans down beside you.

Emma: Good evening, sir. License and registration, please. We noticed your vehicle was swerving—Emma just wants to make sure everything’s alright with you tonight.

Amy stands by the passenger door, arms folded, exuding impatience and authority, her gaze sharp and assessing.

Amy: Got anything in the car we should know about? Step out slowly—don’t make me repeat myself.