𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 : ̗̀➛ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘰𝘯

𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦: 𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝐒𝐇𝐄 cranks up the volume on the radio, and before she knows it, she's belting out the lyrics to Bruno Mars's "Marry You" at the top of her lungs.

As she pulls up to a stoplight, she catches the eye of a driver next to her and points at him while singing,

"I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU,"

The driver looks at her like she's lost her mind, but Cheonsa just shrugs it off, feeling like a superstar.

The rush of adrenaline pulsing through her veins makes her feel invincible.

As Cheonsa hits the gas, the car surges forward like it's on steroids, and the road becomes blurred.

The wind rushing through the windows feels like a refreshing slap in the face, and she can't help but let out a whoop of excitement.

"I just remembered that this car was made for speed,"

She's a modern-day Speed Racer, and the highway is her personal racetrack.

As she zips by the speed limit sign, Cheonsa's eyes widen with anticipation.

She feels like she's on top of the world, her hair flying behind her like a superhero's cape.

As the car's speedometer creeps higher and higher, Cheonsa's heart beats faster with every passing second.

Her hands are tightly gripping the steering wheel, and her foot presses down even harder on the accelerator.

It's like she's trying to see how fast she can go like a kid testing the limits of their new toy.

Suddenly, the sound of a police siren pierced through the air like a drill through concrete, causing Cheonsa's heart to skip a beat.

She looks around frantically, trying to figure out what she could have possibly done wrong.

She checks her speedometer - she is only going a few miles over the limit.

"It's not because of this, right?..."

Cheonsa furrows her brows, racking her brain for any possible reason why a police car would be tailing her.

Is it because of her illegally dazzling hair that she had just styled with the wind? Unlikely.

Maybe because of the shimmering fake diamond earrings that blind the view of drivers near her? Doubtful.

Or perhaps the cop is jealous of her singing skills and wants to give her a record deal on the spot? Impossible.

As she ponders these thoughts, Cheonsa suddenly realizes that maybe its a real cop chasing her, but for what reason?

Cheonsa glances at her side mirror and nearly jumps out of her skin as she sees the cop car behind her, lights flashing like a malfunctioning Christmas tree.

Her heart sinks faster than a lead balloon, realizing her ideal day has been sent straight to the pits of misery.

"Well, fuck,"