“Just stay calm, I’ll handle this,” Ethan says seeming like he isn’t trying to convince only me. I see the cop walk to the window. Ethan acts normal and the window rolls down.

“License and registration, please,” the officer asks. Shit.

“I don’t have it with me, sir,” Ethan says.

“I’m going to ask you to get out of the car, sir,” the officer motions Ethan to get out. The officer knows I’m in the back, so he looks at me, “You too ma’am.” I don’t miss a beat and get out. When Ethan and I are both outside and instead of searching us, he begins to head for the car door.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I whisper to Ethan. I can see him shaking and know he isn’t calm about this. A few seconds pass and the officer seems to have found what he’s been looking for.

“Drugs,” he says accusingly, “I’m going to have to take you both down to the police station for possession of drugs.”

“Please, no.”

“You both are under arrest for the possession of drugs….”