Here's a story from when I was a young college kid...
My then-boyfriend now ex-husband and I were parking and making out in a park at dusk- after park hours. We were pretty much clothed.

A pair of police, one male one female, came to us and ran our driver's licenses and the car's tags. Everything checked out, but the female officer had me come stand by their car while her partner stood by my BF at our car. She asked me if I'd come here willingly, if I felt safe, and if I wanted to leave.
This was 1988 or so, and I think back now to how progressive that was to ask a teenage girl. There wasn't enough talk then about date rape and domestic violence, and I am still so thankful for those officers!