A Santorini Situation

**Daniel’s POV**

*At the police car*

The first streaks of dawn had barely lit up the horizon when Emma and I, handcuffed in the back of a Greek police car, were driving towards the station. The situation was, admittedly, absurd, and Emma's reaction was equally dramatic.

"Why, Daniel? Why is every crazy adventure with you ending up with the police?" Emma half-yelled, half-laughed, her annoyance fighting with amusement.

"Oh, come on, love. We could charm our way out. I'll start praising their baklava and yoghurt—say it's all Greek, not Turkish!" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"That's your plan? Really?" Emma was not amused.

“Maybe I could add some sugarcoating to their weird alphabet, too?” I kept teasing.

"We've been married less than a week, and you're already pushing for an annulment, huh?"

"Technically, it'd be called an annulment, yes," I chuckled, winking at her.

She lunged at me, stopped only by the seatbelt, while the police officer in the front warned